Kanra Orihara

“He is real?” Erika sat herself up, positioning herself right behind him so as to talk into his ear while he sat against the edge of the bed, “Does that mean you’ve met him? Have you seen his work first hand?”

There was suggestiveness in her voice, waggling her brows. She wondered what sort of a demon Sebastian was in Hell… the anime and manga had quite different interpretations on the character, one significantly darker than the other, but the animation did include some scenes that implied Sebastian could be a sexual creature.

It didn’t escape her how hard Izaya was trying to control himself. To fit into the image of Sebastian, the controlled, always-professional butler. Oh how he must have been stirring beneath those pants!

“Secrets? That’s not fair—what if I order you to? Are you like a genie? There are certain things you’re not allowed to do even for your Master?”

She flopped back down on the bed, allowing her arms to sit above her head again; “Sin? Here? I don’t believe that for one bit. I’m a purely innocent creature. In fact, I bet if you placed your hand atop my breast nothing inappropriate would happen at all.

“Go on, then.”

Izaya chuckled softly, whether it was due to her breath on his neck or the silliness of the idea was up to her to decide.

“Incubus is just a colleague, a man after the pleasures of women… Unfortunately for you” his words were apologetic but it was an easy act to take joy in crushing her dreams the way any demon supposedly would. Although if he thought about it hard enough, Shinra was quite similar to Incubus, except he focused all his energy on the one woman. Aside from that, the guy was quite the freak.

Izaya listened to her and brought his focus back to their conversation. Fair? She had little right to accuse him of not being fair while she lay sprawled out half naked on his bed… Not that it mattered! It amused the informant in him to no end that she thought he meant this bedroom, but there WOULD be plenty of sin here by the end of the night if she continued, and it amused him more that she would feign innocence and coax a demon in to touching her in a sinful way and then not expect the most devious activities to follow.

Letting out a sigh, Sebastians expression changed from dangerous to almost kind and he did as he was told, placing his hand atop her breast, above the fabric.

“A purely innocent creature, you say?” As a test, he kneaded gently at the lump he held in his hand. Whatever lust he felt was buried deep, deep for now. Sebastian would relish the thought of her innocence. What a treat for a demon such as himself!

It was unusual for Erika, wondering what to do with this ‘power’. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t thought of what she would do if Sebastian was hers but she knew that they had to work within the limits of reality. They were not in Victorian England, nor were then in an expensive manor with servants. Her Sebastian did not have the power to call forth unending darkness. He had only his beautiful face, his superb acting skills, and fingers to die for.

It was more than enough; but what to ask for? This night should be special; she should hold onto it. Not rush.

When she was placed on the bed she immediately stretched her body out, arms far up above her head with her legs sliding casually against one another; always keeping them closed like a proper lady. She eyed him with half-closed eyes, making gently love to the mattress beneath her—not him.

“Oh yes, this is so much more comfortable!” she breathed, turning her ear into her shoulder; “If this was Hell, what would it be like? Have you ever met an incubus? Are they real?”

She breathed, puffing her chest out towards him and looking as innocent as possible while she did it. “Does Hell have a lot of leather?”

The questions! Slowly she lifted herself to a seated position, surveying him with a hungry stare, “Tell me all about Hell and the inappropriate things that happen there. Is it really full if sin like they say?”

It was true, Izaya didn’t have supernatural powers for her to toy with... But there were other things he was capable of as a human. An incomprehensible ability to manipulate people, to twist their apparently good intentions in to unspeakable evil. Izaya knew how to bypass one of the most powerful mafia families in the world. the Yakuza. That had to be worth something, right?

Sebastian was a being of restraint and he had experienced his share of pleasures and sufferings, but Izaya was a man and it was hard for him not to steal glimpses of her body when she stretched and displayed herself like that. She was beautiful, sexy, inviting. It took him a moment to snap out of his lust for her... And his envy for Sebastian.

“Incubus? Hell?” Why on earth would she want to know about those things? He would not question her scope of curiosity though. Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, he considered how he should answer her questions.

“Yes, he is real. Incubus is quite a legend to lesser demons. He is very powerful, very smart and seductively deceptive. You should practice caution and be careful of who you allow in to your dreams, my lady“ he warned her with the tone of a wise parent who was on to the shenanigans of their child.

“… All night?”

That was a very interesting way to phrase that. To say so implied that it was possible whereas he assured her that such a thing was unbecoming for a being such as he…

“An entire night isn’t very long. The night has almost reached its peak already, hasn’t it? Ah, it sounds like you’re not giving yourself enough credit unless you were only playing the strong, bad demon before… but if you’re encouraging me to continue that must mean that I can do it, right? Ah, that you know yourself well enough to know how long it would take… does this mean that it has happened before?”

Erika walked up behind him and touched the very tips of her fingers against the back of his neck, tickling along his spine; “Tell me the truth, Demon. What will it take for you to come to such a point? Do I have to whisper sweet nothings to you? Play with your body until your muse human nature comes out, causing the demon in you to submit?

“Why don’t you put down those dishes and become vulnerable for me.

“Are you hungry? I might have something for you to eat. Demons must be insatiable, right? I think I’d like to rest a little, carry me to some place comfortable!” Erika held her arms out on either side of her, tipping her head back and closing her eyes as though she expected to be lifted right from the ground.

Erika was free to interpret his words however she liked. Tonight, he was her servant and as a man, he only wanted her to take full advantage of the power he granted her. She could order him to do anything she wanted him do, whenever she wanted him to do it, and he would have to do it with a smile on his face.

“I’m merely offering, that if you so desire to make me cry, you have tonight to do what no one else has ever done... If you can.“ He spoke of it as if it was a time limit. IF she could make him shed tears, she only had tonight to pull it off. 

As her finger tips teased goosebumps on the back of his neck, he remained in full control of his body. Izaya found it extremely pleasant but Sebastian had few emotions and those he did have, he had mastered control over. For now, he felt accomplishment.

Erika’s words were dangerous and seemed calculated, the way she slipped so easily in to her role and took full advantage of her situation. Erika was truly a rare sort of treasure and if he were to be honest, she was piquing his appetite... But demons were supposed to be fervent liars. One could never tell if they spoke the truth or not.

Placing one hand on her back, he scooped her up in to his arms obediently and took her to a more comfortable environment.

“You would be right. If the lady so decides I could demonstrate“ he teased. Responding to her comments on his hunger.

Erika remained where she was, seated at the table while he left to do the dishes. She could hear him just fine from where she was, and maintained her clam demeanor as they spoke aloud to one another.

“Yes, I think I know the feeling. Just like I knew this dinner would be delicious before I even tasted it? Ah, but I wonder if that’s the same. It didn’t cost me anything to eat this… perhaps some spare funds I had laying around, but it’s a rather equal exchange. On the other hand you have formed a very binding contract with me during which time you are required to do just as I say… for a meal that may not be as delectable as you think it will be. That’s a rather large risk.”

Though a demon could probably take that risk; what was ‘life’ to him? He would survive for eons and her entire lifetime it would just pass by in the blink of an eye for him.

… She was glad to be roleplaying such a thing, and that it wasn’t reality. What a sad thing, immortality! 

“Yes. please add that to the list!” she stood finally, holding her hands behind her back and approaching him from behind, “Please make sure to note that I am speaking of you, specifically. No cheating. Perhaps it really is impossible but if it’s not, I’d like to see it. I don’t believe in things that are impossible, anyways.” 

As he finished scrubbing the dishes clean and putting them to dry like a proper butler. One who would refuse to rely on technology such a dishwasher. It was a mundane task and he wondered when she would start ordering him to do more interesting, more fun things to do. 

It was so much power. All in her hands.

He laughed a dark chuckle and stripped his hands of the rubber gloves before turning to look at her.

“Master Erika. I’m a demon. Do you really think I would come to you and make a deal such as this if I didn’t know what I was getting myself in to? Whatever emotions I may or may not possess are free for you discover at your own leisure. I’m quite curious as to what you’re planning but I hope I am so fortunate enough to find out soon.“

Izaya could have gone on but he felt slightly uncomfortable talking out of turn any more than he already did.

“And what makes you think that my soul is so?” she wondered, lifting her utensils from the table and lifting a mouthful of rice from the bowl, “Since this is the first time we have ever met, I find it surprising that you know so much about me… is it that you’ve been watching me for a while? Like a hunter stalking his prey…”

Erika kept her eyes off of him while she spoke, as if she was too above his role to meet his eyes. She began to eat, making the occasional oo and aa about the way it tasted. Yes, it was a simple meal but for some reason the fact that he had made it had increased the flavor tenfold. The fish was an excellent cut and so well-prepared. The rice was sticky, fluffy, not dense.

The man’s hands were incredible in every aspect.

“Have I not heard the saying?” she wondered, tipping her head to the side when she had finished, pushing her plate away from her, “Ah, I thought everyone heard of that! It’s just that sometimes a person’s power is too great. You never know, perhaps there is a devil somewhere out there with the ability to cry. If there is, I think I would be the one to find out.” She was just that sort of person.

“But if a devil never cries, does that mean they don’t have other sorts of emotions?”

“Do you ever just look at a meal and think it just looks and smells divine. I must say it’s akin to that.“

Any normal person would look at Erika and think of her as a rotten girl but beneath the surface there was so much more than meets the eye. Loyalty. Intelligence. A sense of integrity. These were things that ran deeper than she let on and he knew it.

Before he washed her plate, he put some rubber gloves on and gleefully did the dishes, whatever utensils were used in the cooking process included. Though he smiled in his thoughts and contemplated what she meant by what she said.

“Shall I add that to your bucket list, my lady? I’m afraid it was not part of our contract but any order you give me, I shall follow through until you get your revenge and your soul can be consumed“ he spoke highly as if she would be unable to make him cry but instead would provide assistance in eliciting tears from another unholy beast.

Erika had no plans of stealing the night from Izaya, however stubborn a princess she may act. When he pushed her in she gently folded her hands on her lap, admiring the meal that was placed before her with a set of hungry eyes.

Hungrier still they became when the man whispered in her ear, and whether it was his tone or the way his breath danced on her neck, it excited her. She smiled without looking at him, keeping her eyes down on her bowl. “… You have caught me,” she admitted, letting her eyes flutter closed, “I am but a scoundrel of a woman who pretends she is something greater than reality.”

In a way, that was true of Erika as well… but especially of Lady Beatrice.

“Maybe we are indeed a fine match for each other,” she smiled, finally twisting her head up to see him, “I haven’t made you cry yet, that is several points in your favor.

“As for myself, I am lucky that I am a lady who is not fearful of very many things.”

“Don’t sound so disheartened, my young mistress“ his words were lined with a biting patronizing tone.

“Keep in mind, I would not have made this contract with you had I thought your soul was distasteful or unsavory“ there was much more he wanted to say but he would hold his tongue. For now, that was all he needed to say. Besides. What kind of a butler would he be if he could not reassure her or lift her spirits in some way?

Izaya would withhold any and all conversation until the lady finished her meal.

In their silence, he contemplated what he should do once she was done eating. Probably wash the dishes, maybe she’d like something sweet after dinner?

“It’s a shame that you’ve never heard the saying, Devils never cry. What would you like for dessert?“ he took her empty plate back to the kitchen and pondered what her fears were.

“–Oh!” Erika looked shocked when he brought back the yukata. How did he know? How could he possibly know that it was her favorite sort of color, and the perfect thing to bring out for her tonight?

Because he was Sebastian! And because he was Izaya of course. The perfect use of his informant talents; picking up information on the girl and using it against her. To woo her. To sway her affections.

It was working!

When he produced the outfit for her she took it in her arms, gently draping it along the back of the nearby couch for safekeeping while she dressed. And she did. In front of him, with little shame. Erika pulled the sash of her robe away and let it drop, followed by a shrug of her shoulders that sent the robe to the floor. By that time she was well-dried and glisteningly clean, continuing her movements to dress herself in what he’d given.

“Oh? Is that some kind of confession? So soon? Our relationship as Master and Demon has only just started. If you’re already feeling stirrings of passion then I think I might be in trouble. What if the demon can’t control himself?”

As a professional, Izaya would control himself perfectly and allow the lady to get dressed. Even though as a butler, he should have dressed her himself.

As a gentleman, Sebastian would avert his eyes and grant the lady a sense of independence and privacy to take this small matter in to her own hands.

When she was done fixing her dress, she shot him a somewhat snarky little comment and although he was sworn to her, there was nothing in the rules saying that he couldn’t shoot back.

An amused hum was heard from him as he turned around and gave her a cheeky, but oh so charming, smile.

“Is that what the princess thinks? I was merely informing you of the facts. Besides, you’re not one to talk, are you? Exposing yourself to a being taking the form of a man and then turning around and accusing him of confessing some sort of attraction to you. You’re quite the temptress, aren’t you?“

“Are you calling me a demon?” her eyes challenged him but she smiled wickedly; she knew he really wasn’t referring to her as such a thing but even if he was, she’d have taken it in a positive note.

Outside of their fancy roleplay, Erika’s ideal sort of death was one in which she ultimately turned into a demonic being—if not for the fun-factor of it.

“Why don’t you fetch them?” she suggested, painting a hand down her chest, slipping it between the folds of her robe, “That’s what you’re here for, isn’t it? Ah, I think I want something light and comfortable. It’s a bit warm in here, isn’t it? I don’t want to overheat.”

She made a show of tipping her head back, letting her hair dance away from her shoulders while she turned her face to the ceiling; “It’s a good thing you’re a demon and can’t possibly be interested in humans…”

“No, my mistress. I was merely inquiring if you had previous experience with dark, supernatural forces before” he bowed his head apologetically but he wore a devious smile as if he enjoyed how quickly and how expertly she took to her role.

Izaya nodded and went to pick out some attire for her, something light is what she asked for and so she would have it. Izaya picked out a dark Yukata with purple accents because he knew she adored that colour so much. Perhaps he was spoiling her.

Though it there was a time to spoil her, it would definitely have to be tonight. Besides, the feat would be well worth the work he put in to this.

“Is this to your liking?” he brought her her dress that she asked for and then watched her as she began to seduce him. 

Izaya ignored whatever feelings it gave him to see her shots to lure him with her feminine charm for the time being and smiled kindly at her the way Sebastian would.

“I don’t believe that threat for a moment,” she whispered, clasping her hands loosely behind her back and beginning a casual walk around him in a circle; surveying her prospect.

“I heard that demons can’t steal a soul that they are not owed. Perhaps it’s possible but it would taste like nothing, wouldn’t it? Like eating a soup you’ve only just begun to boil. Flavorless, none of the ingredients having come together at all.” She used this excuse to keep herself confident, eyeing him through a narrowed gaze.

When she reached his front side once more she tipped her head up at the hand, eyeing his outstretched fingertips over the curve of her nose. He looked so regal now and the way that he spoke was marvelously practiced.

He had put so much thought into this just for her!

Slowly Erika closed the distance between their hands, taking his in hers and offering him a gentle shake, “Then the deal is accepted. There is no hope of life or happiness without that thing that I once held so dear. Exact revenge in my name and you shall have whatever deliciousness I can offer you.”

A satisfied hum resonated behind his lips as she answered him and shook his hand. If he had the power of dark and hazy realms, he would have given her the exact re-enactment of the show. No. He would have given her something darker, bigger, something much more.

Erika deserved that in his mind.

“Drinking boiling water is less than desirable for anybody. You appear to be quite knowledgeable, my lady. Perhaps I have met my match” he joked lightly as he felt her slender fingers within his hand.

“It’s a pleasure to be of service to you... My mistress.”

Luckily her dinner appeared to still be steaming, rice wasn’t usually as nice if it went cold. However, Izaya wasn’t keen on letting her eat in her bathrobe. What kind of a butler would he be if he allowed such a thing!?

“The Gates of Heaven are already lost on someone like me, and Paradise is too far out of reach.” Both true, even outside of this game they played. Erika had no delusions about one day achieving whatever bliss it was that religious people sought after death. What she had coming to her was only of the torment kind, and her only hope was that one day she would become so mangled and twisted that she, too, became a being of darkness.

Slowly she raised herself from the ground, tipping her head to the side and regarding him with an arrogant stare. She fixed the collar of her robe and tightened the sash, looking suspicious of him now.

“Can you guarantee that you can give me what it is I seek? I know the trickery of demons and I refuse to be taken so easily, however my doomed future may be.” What if this was a lie, a ruse to capture the lady’s heart… or her influence?

“How do I know that you are the sort of demon I wish to form a contract with?”

How interesting.

One minute she was this starstruck fangirl and the next she was as cold as the gaze of the informant, if not more so. As calculating and cunning and conniving. It gave him a chill down his spine.

"My lady, I am here because you have something I want. I could take it by force and I don't imagine you could do much to defend yourself from me." Izaya eyed her in her current state; physically and spiritually vulnerable, robe loose on her until she adjusted it a little. 

"However if I were as ruthless and barbaric as you suspect me to be, I would have devoured you on the spot as soon as you walked out here and laid eyes on me. How fortunate for you that I believe in earning ones supper."

It was weird to him to put on such an elegant and controlled manner of speaking but he had studied his character and practiced at least a little bit. Izaya offered his hand so that they may seal the deal if she was so willing.

There were so many words, all of which wanted to come out at the same time and so as a compromise she said nothing at all for several minutes. When she picked herself up from the floor she took to examining him as closely as possible, from his feet to his head. Izaya had always had that dark, regal look anyways but this was something extra.

This was demonic!

Erika eventually came to realize that she would regret it, however, if she didn’t make this moment as perfect as possible and so she managed to straighten herself, regain the use of her voice and stare him in the eyes–

“It’s definitely revenge!” what else was more fitting for her? “What does a beautiful, upperclass woman like Lady Beatrice need with riches when I already have so much? The one thing I don’t have is revenge for the man who killed my cat!

“You don’t mean to say that you, a mere stranger butler, can offer me such a thing?”

How patiently he waited for her to react. As a human, standing there would have been at least somewhat burdensome but Izaya was hellbent on staying in character, it was absolutely imperative that he never break the illusion. 

As she examined him, he stood with a perfect posture but he continued to examine her in return with dangerous eyes. 

"Your cat?" He asked with a hint of surprise. 

Izaya's eyes dilated slightly as he carefully but swiftly considered his next words. 

"Why, of course, my lady. What kind of monster would ever dream of bringing harm to such an elegant and graceful creature? Such perfect fur. Those soft paws... Such a deep, enticing gaze." 

Realizing himself, he stopped talking and he smirked upon the entire situation. 

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It wouldn’t take long for Erika to get bored just soaking in that tub, one could only enjoy the relaxing atmosphere for so long before it was time to reconnect to ones senses.

Not a single second was wasted. Izaya put the water on to boil and then started changing out of his clothes and in to some slightly more… Formal wear. He tried to remain calm about it but couldn’t help but smirk at the excitement that she might come out and catch him at any time. Izaya had to invest some trust that Erika would be a good girl.

“Salmon Donburi….” he reminded himself as he buttoned up his white shirt. It was risky to get dressed during the cooking process and he might have stained his clothes but it was all part of the process. 

After all… What kind of a boyfriend would he be if he couldn’t do this much for his lady. 

Izaya continued preparing the ingredients for their meal and went in to full on cooking mode. In the matter of 30 minutes, their meal was complete and the scent of the salmon filled the room. He put the finishing touches on their food, turned off all the heat, and brought the food and drinks to the dining table.

Now for the finishing touches! Izaya found the nearest mirror and fixed his tie, then took his tail coat jacket and slipped it on. Any final adjustments were entirely cosmetic and he intended to present himself with nothing less than perfection.

“You may come out now” he called out to her as he lit a single candle on the table. Nearly too excited for her to see his cosplay skills, it was almost hard for him to keep a steady hand.

“Oahh, you’re lucky there’s some of me left!” she called out as she traipsed down the hall, still unaware of what awaited her on the other end. She looked a bit mussed, smoothing her hand through her wet hair and swaying her other arm from side to side.

Was she supposed to get dressed? Should she have dried her hair? Well, he told her to be as comfortable and relaxed as possible and there was nothing more comfortable than walking around in a bathrobe, having just bathed.

If he disliked it she could always put something else on.

“If I stayed there too long I think I might have shriveled up and–”

She turned the corner. Saw the table. The candle. The donburi bowl. And finally, real, living Sebastian Michaelis standing there looking at her.

The resulting sound was such that might have severely disturbed any nearby dog; a high-pitched, almost inaudible wail sound with both arms up over her head and her knees tumbling down to the floor; “It’s you!” she screamed.

Where was Izaya? Gone. No, here was only Sebastian; her butler. The boyfriend who brought her into the bath had disappeared and left only this demon man here for her to find.

“–YES, MY BUTLER!”

“Of course it’s me, who else could it be?” he tried to remain soft spoken and elegant in his speech but unfortunately he couldn’t sound like anyone but Izaya.

“Your butler? I’m afraid I am not… Not yet at least, I cannot serve you until we’ve reached some sort of agreement… I thought you were aware of this.”

Izaya worked hard up to live up to the legendary Sebastian Michaelis but it made him somewhat nervous now that he was finally doing this for her and he expected nothing less than the most critical eye.

Again, he slowly approached her and stared at her with half lidded eyes. All just to allow her a much closer look, and to elicit certain feelings.

The restraint! The sheer willpower of his moves, his voice, his expression! Erika half-expected him to rush at her as he had done so many times before – as she had done, even – and such was the nature of their relationship.

… In all times except now. He displayed a surprising amount of control in his words and actions and when the man walked away from her, leaving her only half undressed, she stared at the door with a crooked smile and inquisitive eyes.

Would it be terrible of her to remove her dress and chase after him, running through the complex with nothing on? Yes. A terrible cheater’s game that would be. There was something enthralling, however, about this waiting game. This was something new; the suspense was building and already it was almost too much to bear.

Imagine what would happen only an hour from now!

… But she hoped it didn’t take that long.

When the informant disappeared Erika prepared herself for her bath, removing the remainder of her clothing and sinking into the steaming water. It hit her skin like a rush of heat and she whined to herself, lowering herself down almost until the water completely covered her face.

And now… do I wait? 

– – –

When Erika was satisfied with the state of her bath she removed herself, admiring the way her toes and fingertips puckered and pruned. She traipsed her bare feet to the hook on which her purple robe hung, slinging it quickly around herself to steel against the cold.

“Iza—Izaaaa?” she called out through the door, opening it to release a plume of steam into the hall, “Is it safe to come out now?”

It wouldn’t take long for Erika to get bored just soaking in that tub, one could only enjoy the relaxing atmosphere for so long before it was time to reconnect to ones senses.

Not a single second was wasted. Izaya put the water on to boil and then started changing out of his clothes and in to some slightly more... Formal wear. He tried to remain calm about it but couldn’t help but smirk at the excitement that she might come out and catch him at any time. Izaya had to invest some trust that Erika would be a good girl.

“Salmon Donburi....” he reminded himself as he buttoned up his white shirt. It was risky to get dressed during the cooking process and he might have stained his clothes but it was all part of the process. 

After all... What kind of a boyfriend would he be if he couldn’t do this much for his lady. 

Izaya continued preparing the ingredients for their meal and went in to full on cooking mode. In the matter of 30 minutes, their meal was complete and the scent of the salmon filled the room. He put the finishing touches on their food, turned off all the heat, and brought the food and drinks to the dining table.

Now for the finishing touches! Izaya found the nearest mirror and fixed his tie, then took his tail coat jacket and slipped it on. Any final adjustments were entirely cosmetic and he intended to present himself with nothing less than perfection.

The scent of the oils filled the air almost immediately, carried by the steam of the bath. She tipped her head back, raising her nose to take it in when she noticed him turn and eye her from where he stood.

He looked like some kind of animal on the Savannah ready to hunt its prey; but then she refused to be the sort that was easy to catch.

She expected him to say something but instead when he approached, his mouth touched against hers and she hissed a soft sound through her nose against his cheek. Her hands remained at the counter top, her fingers wrapping around the edge for balance while he held her up; “Hnn–” she mumbled, following him as he pulled away for only a moment before letting herself retreat back;

“… No, no one likes a cold shower,” she whispered against his mouth, rocking her forehead into his, “But then, no princess likes it when her servants leave all the tending to herself. Do you think I know how to unstring all these corsets?” she feigned a sigh, bringing one hand to her ribcage; “Am I to undress myself like some kind of commoner?”

How seductive of her. 

It made Izaya feel a slight queasy feeling to see and feel the effects she had on him. Ahh to think he had plans for her and if he wasn’t careful, if he didn’t control himself, there would be no time to prepare.

Still, he maintained his eye contact with her and reached back to unpin and untie her hair slowly. He appreciated the sight of it gently falling over her shoulders but he didn’t miss a beat, the next step was unbuttoning her dress. One button at a time, in between words… Because two could play that game

“I’m not your servant… But I suppose I can assist you… If you can’t do it yourself.”

Izaya would only unbutton her dress and he wouldn’t allow himself to steal a glance of her body for fear that he’d end up scrapping the plan and ruining the surprise he had for her.

Taking a step back, he bit his lip. Perhaps it was rude to leave her hanging like but it played to his rebellious character

And besides, Izaya was a boob man and she was hardly playing fair, he saw no reason to spoil her appetite before dinner.

“I’ll be preparing our food. Enjoy your bath, m'lady” Izaya turned and walked out.