( Something clicks. He can feel it, he can feel it with that dark otherworldly sense he didn't have as a human. There is a part of him, a piece of his blackened coree, that hell-bound growth like a cancer, that can sense something falling into place. Maybe this is how demons corrupt souls. Maybe they target-lock onto temptation, maybe it's a sixth sense.

It's satisfying. He wants it.

He wants to fuck her, he wants to burn her, but reluctantly acknowledges the former is probably easier to accomplish with fewer unpleasant consequences than the latter.

He twirls her smoothly, a slow and fluid spin. Settles again with a hand low on her back, grazing impropriety, flirting with the edges and lines. The implication's there, it's heavy, he's doing nothing to hide it. )

Would you believe me if I said swimming, mostly? It's great cardio. Does wonders for your heart.

( A contemplative beat, and then he leans in conspiratorially, to gently whisper just above her ear. ) You really wanna know where I was?

Underwater. Dark. For miles. For weeks. The monster that took me... dragged me so far down, so deep, I couldn't even see light anymore. And I drowned. Again. And again. And again. Until finally, I tore myself off of its teeth, and let the currents wash me up on the beach like driftwoood. That's where I've been.