Motaz leaned over the counter, drink in his hand and a knowing smirk playing across his lips. âAre you just trying to get me to talk about myself? Because if you are⌠I will gladly do so.â His voice was more of a purr and his red eyes flashed almost...dangerously. (@pridefulsinsuggestion Motaz)
Five was intrigued by the flash of danger in the strangers ruby red eyes, a flirty grin dancing on its lips as it moved to stand in front of the other, palms resting on the counter with a towel drapped over its shoulder âmaybe I am~ I certainly wouldnât mind listeningâ it murmured, its tail curling around its feet
Motaz nodded and took the cigarette once again, taking another puff.  âYes, letâs~â He grinned, outwardly mischievous, but there was an under layer of playfulness.
Fiveâs grin followed as it allowed Motaz to take its cigarette once more. It was strange how much the idea of being the otherâs personal toy rather turned it on at the moment when usually it felt quite the opposite at the sheer thought of such a thing. It was a mear object to him, or so that was the other was outputting, but it could tell that there was⌠something more, too, âJohn! Iâm taking the rest of the night off!â The half-demon called before grinning and moving from out behind the counter, Immediately taking Motazâs arm as if it had already been trained to, obedient to its ownerÂ
The being felt a small rush of pride as the half demon attached itself to his arm, truly being subservient to him. Motaz finished off the cigarette and crushed it under his foot. He leaned his head into Fiveâs shoulder and murmured into its ear. âLead the way, cuniculi.â The accentuate the pet name, he harshly nipped at its soft earlobe before pulling away again.
















