No harm. Such words could hold so little and so much meaning that she was weary to accept them. But even with eyes as red and blood and tones darker than pitch, she could not help but feel a pang of empathy.
She was special, too, after all;
Demon did not always mean monster.”Those who are not welcome are those who mean harm.
If you are true to your word then I have no issue with your loitering.
Fair warning to you, though, little demon-
do not step out of bounds in this holy domain.”
“I’ll be good, I promise.”
Mischief makes itself all-too apparent in both his tone – a soft sing-song – and a cheeky, impish smile.
At this point, he has decided to refrain from damaging anything (or anyone) beyond all repair, for this woman has momentarily earned his trust by welcoming him where others likely would not…
–But that won’t stop him from having some light-hearted fun.
He is still but a child afterall, youth and inexperience hidden behind the guise of their adult physical form. Stretching boundaries is only in his nature.
“So this is sacred ground, you say?”