Veldros

*He laughs again and raises an eyebrow* Oh really? What would you do if I poured ice water on you?

tickle you

*He freezes, he knows that would be a bad idea, he laughs* T-tickling? That's your punishment?

*He notices the way the hoodie is slipping off your shoulder, and he can't help but feel a little bit jealous. He wants to be the one who pulls it back up, but he knows he can't just go over there and do it. He looks away again, trying to distract himself, but he can't stop thinking about you.*

"I know. That's why I'm offering you this job. I need someone who can get in and out without being detected. And I think you're the perfect person for the job." *He says, leaning in a little closer. He's trying to convince her, but his eyes are wandering over her.*

*He sits down on the ground and pulls out a bottle of whiskey from his pocket. He takes a sip and stares out at the landscape.*

*He stares at you for a moment, his eyes narrowing* you're...you're a demon, aren't you?

*I paused* e-... excuse me..?

You're covered in burns and scars, your voice is deep and scratchy, and you're wearing a hood and baggy clothes... you're definitely not human...