[He curls his tongue around James' finger one last time, sliding his mouth off with a soft pop. Those sharp teeth form into a smile that's hungry more than anything, straightening to his full six foot height. Doesn't add much considering James' height, but it's better than his usual slouch.]
You humans. Good. Oh pet, if I wanted you to be good, I would blink my eyes and speak a few words. Then, you'd be my pretty doll to walk about or fuck however I wanted with an empty smile on your face and a willing mouth. Willing for anything, really. At least until my human self decided to interfere.
[Pitching the cigarette aside, a clawed hand lifted to try and wrap about the one that James had on his face. A prison of sharp tips touched but didn't pierce that captive hand. His head lowered, crimson eyes still on James' own. John's lips were falsely tender where he touched them to the tender inside of the wrist, replaced shortly by a barely there scrape of his teeth where below that skin the demon could feel the beat of the human's heart. It had been two long years without life and warmth. Whoever this stranger is, he didn't have the same fear or hatred his human self had. His head lifts just enough to separate his mouth from that tempting heat to speak.]
I don't want you to be good. Feel good, yes. I like hearing my name screamed in pleasure mixed with pain. Being good? I don't care. I don't plan on being good for you or anyone else.
[Another lick and a sharper nip at that wrist is taken before he speaks again.]
Now, human, if you want to play the games of pain and pleasure with me? We can. Just don't confuse me with one of those living and plain things you'd had before. Deal? Oh, and my name is John Constantine. Just in case you'd like to know.
(again, feel free to change/avoid/PM me, rewrite anything you don't like)
You humans. Good. Oh pet, if I wanted you to be good, I would blink my eyes and speak a few words. Then, you'd be my pretty doll to walk about or fuck however I wanted with an empty smile on your face and a willing mouth. Willing for anything, really. At least until my human self decided to interfere.
[Pitching the cigarette aside, a clawed hand lifted to try and wrap about the one that James had on his face. A prison of sharp tips touched but didn't pierce that captive hand. His head lowered, crimson eyes still on James' own. John's lips were falsely tender where he touched them to the tender inside of the wrist, replaced shortly by a barely there scrape of his teeth where below that skin the demon could feel the beat of the human's heart. It had been two long years without life and warmth. Whoever this stranger is, he didn't have the same fear or hatred his human self had. His head lifts just enough to separate his mouth from that tempting heat to speak.]
I don't want you to be good. Feel good, yes. I like hearing my name screamed in pleasure mixed with pain. Being good? I don't care. I don't plan on being good for you or anyone else.
[Another lick and a sharper nip at that wrist is taken before he speaks again.]
Now, human, if you want to play the games of pain and pleasure with me? We can. Just don't confuse me with one of those living and plain things you'd had before. Deal? Oh, and my name is John Constantine. Just in case you'd like to know.