“No.”

“So I´m the only one? Your only master?”

“Yes.”

I didn´t know how to feel about his nonchalant Expression and the short answers. I slowly breathed in.

“So, how old are you?”

I prepared myself for some abnormal high number...

“Eighteen.”

I raised my eyebrows in Surprise and pierced him with looks. That was really strange. He was only two years older than me. All the demons I knew were either the same age as their masters or had lived for hundreds of years.

“So – you´re two years older than me. Well, that´s not much.”

He rolled his eyes ever so slightly, as if he thought this conversation was dumb. Oh well, I reminded myself, that was, if he were able to think.

“It´s so much for a demon.”

So now that he was not able to answer my question in one word he was turning to cryptic sentences. What he said didn´t really make sense. Two years wouldn´t be more for a demon than for a human, in fact, since many demons lived a lot longer than humans, it was short. Maybe he meant that it was time in which he didn´t have a master? Could he even think that far? I glanced over at him again.

“Oh, so you mean because it´s two years of freedom?”

He didn´t answer. I knew I could simply force him, but I didn´t want to do that. Yet.

I stood up to take a closer look at him.

He looked a lot more normal after pulling his wings back in. His shirt was slightly ripped, but it honestly didn´t look any better before. I wondered if he had ever turned into a human before sensing my presence – and if, would he have worn clothes? How normal was it to take on human manners? Maybe he wore the clothes to hide something...

“Is your whole body human in this form?”

He stared at me for a second and then slowly pulled down his pants. He didn´t even bother stepping out of them, started taking off his shirt and then suddenly stopped, not pulling it over his head.

His legs were long and slim, as to be expected. His upper body and chest were still quite slim, but he had broad shoulders. His muscles were mostly visible when he moved or breathed, but you could still feel their strenght.

All in all he looked completely human.

“Do you want to look at my whole body?”

His hands wandered down to his hips and his underpants. I felt a slight blush on my checks.

“No, that´s alright.”

Without a word he struck down and pulled his pants back up. I stopped him from doing the same to his shirt.

“Wait. Take off the shirt and show me your back.”

He did as told and turned around. I took a step closer to him.

“They´re completely gone.”

I lean forward to touch some barely visible scars and then took a fast step back when he flinched.

“Yeah.”

No wonder he had scars. All animals would have scars, having lived in the wilderness for so long. I slowly got back onto my bed and he turned around once more to face me again. Kind off. He never really looked into my eyes.

“So, what´s it like being a demon? Do you feel something?”

He looked a bit surprised for a second, just to get back into his emotionless slave mode. Well, it wasn´t a mode. He really was ....I sighed. No need to remind myself so often just because he looked so human.

“I feel the cold of a dawning day.”

“That´s all?"

I wondered about myself, poking into him so hard. But I had the slight feeling that I would be able to sleep a lot better if I could categorize his – well, his being a bit better.

He looked at me almost annoyed.

“That was everything.”

“Alright. Then tell me what you´re thinking.”

This time a shiver went through him. He must have thought about lying.

“I´m wondering about all the questions you´re asking me. I think about what you might do with me.”

It was strange getting the thoughts of someone who behaved so secretive so easily. It somehow scared me, and for a second the responsibiltiy of someone obeying me to such an extent made me shiver as well.

I looked into his eyes. They were really cold, but that was not all. They were hard but also sad.

Sadness. So he was able to be sad. How unfortunate.

Frightened by my own thoughts I turned away. Why did I have to ask such dumb, strange questions? Show time was over. I was basically alone. The more I talked to him, the more I would emotionally get inclined with him, and that would make everything so much more difficult. And it wasn´t like he was talking on his own.

“Where am I supposed to sleep?”, he asked.

Oh man.

“In this bed, where else.”

He tilted his head.

“You know that I am a man, right? I mean you just had a pretty good look at me – well, If you prefer, you know that I am a male - “

“You´re a demon.”

“Yeah.”, he said, and pulled up his eyebrows.

Hah. Of course, that didn´t matter. Demons reproduced as well. But it wasn´t the same as with humans, right? And I had complete control over him.

What was he even going at? Did he think he would get aroused by sleeping next to my body? Seriously?

I stared at him, stood up and then took off my dress in one quick slide. I ended up wearing only my underpants. Well, that would look pretty if someone came into my room right now, with my demon not wearing his shirt either.

I clenched my fists.

“So? Are you a man now?”

He had looked at me as if he thought I was crazy the whole time and the expression on his face was pretty clueless now – then he suddenly seemed to get what I was trying to get at.

“No, I didn´t – I thought YOU might be uncomfortable. Look at yourself. You´re a skeleton. I mean, who even would...?”

He stopped talking and stared at me.

“Oh.,” he then continued. “I said that out loud?”