Eric cracked a wide grin, determined to keep the conversation light. “Oh, I am, lass. Th’ kind o’ monster guilty o’ deadly good looks. In layman’s terms: ’m one sexy beast.“
“Mhm!” Ce giggled, giving him a squeeze. “It’s a classic tale: the pretty little flower full of poison. No matter how you may struggle, you can’t get away: you only tangle yourself more! Poor poor incubus~”
“Poor incubus, indeed. Destined to be plant fodder. Can’t imagine a worse fate than that.” Eric stroked her back idly, mouth twisted into a feigned grimace.