Adrien threw himself on his bed. Regardless of truth and deception, what stayed with him was the image burnt behind his eyelids of Val's naked body bending and stretching, the sound of his breathing as tendrils uncoiled themselves from his groin and wrapped his arms, the glow of the symbols on his skin, the blackness of his burning eyes. What is that a demon does, anyway? Does it not feed by sucking humans dry? By fucking them to death?