Adrien's throat clenched, and he needed a long time before he was able to reply. In spite of knowing Val, in spite of their friendship, in spite of having spent the last six months as a guest in his tower - the moment that he had recognized Val as a demon, all he knew about him had been instantly pushed away; he'd become a beast who would fuck him to death, something from which to flee - and something to fantasize about, he recalled with a shudder. He felt dirty and cruel - disgusted by himself, by what he found himself capable of being. If Val was afraid he couldn't trust him, he had already been proven right. Adrien did not know what to do with this knowledge. "I'm sorry", he whispered - both to Val, and to himself.