Igrus' apartment

"Well in that case." She made a move, and with a single kick, swiped his feet away from under him, not giving him a chance to react.

Igrus fell to the ground, "that ti me it hurt a lot." He was on the ground at her feet.

"Good. That's even then." She picked him up, and put him on the bed, handing him the stuff he made. Seemingly, everything was fine again. "Angels tend to hold grudges until it's evened out."

"demons are glutton for pain that is why some of us fight ovwr and over again. I think warlocks just take things too far and have a few tricks up t he sleeves." He took the plate and ate a little bit.

"Yeah, I guess. Just, I swear, never do that again. I'm burning that shit, whether you like it or not. Next time I see any of that in the house, you're hanging."

He sighed he asked for it and now he lost all his porn, "ok I understand."

"Do you? It's like I'm not good enough for you. Like that's all you care about. It feels like I'm nothing but a puppet for the pleasure. I'm more then that."

Igrus kissed her neck, "well if it makes you thinl like that then it all must go. I do not want you feeling like that."

For the first since she had a pillow sent to him, she smiled again. It was a weak one, but a smile nonetheless. Taking up one of the plates, she started to eat. She'd lost too many fluids today, and she'd be able to drink up liters right now.

Igrus had a pitcher of water nearby with two cups he poured her a glass.

She rejected the glass, instead, just went for the pitcher itself, and drank straight from it.

Igrus drank from the glass and he smiled at her, "this has been an amazing day."

"Yeha, it was great. But tiring as hell, so glad it's once per week."

Igrus laid his head on her shoulder, "I honestly am glad it is once a week too."

"How hard did you crash on the floor, by the way? You know, before. When I swiped you frmo your feet."

He hadn't thought about it, "I hit pretty hard. Though I am doing ok, just a little wore out."

"We both are, I reckon. I mean, three times in a row. I'm still wondering ohw you got the third time working."

He looked at her, "I have no idea either. I mean must be me pent up from nothing over the years."

"I'm sure you'll be somewhat weaker the next times, then, huh?"

Igrus laughed, "no I am sure I will be able to keep up this if you like it."

"I did like it. But I'm so exhausted right now. I can't even sit straight."

"I will tone it down so you can at leasr sit next time." He laid down on the bed.

"Sometimes ... I just wish, I could get pregnant, get a child, marry, and die of old age. Like humans."

Igrus kissed her on the lips, "I will marry you and we can have kids. I am a demon I can make your life span the same as mine through a contract. Though the price would be steep."

"I'd like to keep the soul for a hiwl, thank you very much. I've seen what it does to Angels." They'd lose their wings, and they'd lose their dignity, and personality. Angels always have been really weak considering in contracts with Demons. They never got anything out of it, that was worth selling the soul.