[ James is afraid of very little, and there hasn't been a circumstance in his life (or death) so far that has pushed him to admit to any of it out loud. John could try, push and see where his limits are, see if he ever gets squeamish about anything, but so far?

He even gasps a little when he feels the skin of his finger break, pushing it against the demon's tongue. He's not even slightly put off by the red in his eyes, and those pointed teeth and nails are starting to look more and more like sharp, delightful promises, even if he does try to contain his eagerness. ]

I find violence hot. Make it hurt for me, and I can make it hurt for you too if you want. Or... you can try to tie me up, push my face down on a table, see how much it takes for me to be good.

[ Hint: it takes a lot. He grips the flogger tight, biting on his lower lip, bleeding thumb pressing against the corner of the guy's mouth. ]

Maybe we should. I don't roll over easy, much less so to weaklings. You wanna be on top? Then you better earn it.