[color=Gold]"I'm simply a man who chases what interests him, not to different from yourself from what I can gather. "[/color] Asmodeus said in soft words as he leaned in closer, wondering if Clara had fallen under his influence yet. It seemed that she could have, but then she might just be on the tipping point. [color=Gold][/i]I don't want to break her though, so I think a little more won't hurt. She can handle it, I'm more than sure.[/i][/color]

With his plan of action now set, the demon would close the short distance between them in an instant. A an almost burning surge of heat would pass through Clara as their lips would meet, the final bit of his magic working its way into her soul, subduing her thoughts and instincts, making her his. Making her [i]want[/i] to be his. If she accepted, he would deepen the kiss, allowing more of his power to flow into her, though this would simply to spread pleasure and lust into her. His hands would slip down to clutch at her shapely bottom, and he felt a slight burning within himself as well. He wanted this woman, wanted to taste her, to make her scream. But he reeled in his desires for now, knowing it was too early to attack her, even if the idea of doing so on the dance floor did excite him greatly.

But no, he instead he would pull her in closer, allowing some of his desire to enter the kiss, giving it a more passionate intensity, letting her know how much he hungered for her right now.