[Isaac doesn't turn his eyes away but wills himself to stare into Hector's face, resisting a twinge of misplaced discomfort.]
Of course I have.
[He says, with a snappish edge. It has often felt like the only way he could bed a human would be by force, and by then they'd have been victims, in no position to offer anything resembling what he would later see while watching Hector and Rosaly, smouldering with envy and wrenching, hopeless want. He's known demons by and large to be selfish and unkind, but he can't say he hadn't learned from the formative sexual experiences many provided. It had meant something, long ago, that someone had wanted to touch him, had wanted to familiarize himself with his body and with the idea of seeking pleasure in others. The focused attention had been more thrilling than threatening, then; it had been a simpler time, before touch became a weapon and one he discovered he could use as well.]
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Of course I have.
[He says, with a snappish edge. It has often felt like the only way he could bed a human would be by force, and by then they'd have been victims, in no position to offer anything resembling what he would later see while watching Hector and Rosaly, smouldering with envy and wrenching, hopeless want. He's known demons by and large to be selfish and unkind, but he can't say he hadn't learned from the formative sexual experiences many provided. It had meant something, long ago, that someone had wanted to touch him, had wanted to familiarize himself with his body and with the idea of seeking pleasure in others. The focused attention had been more thrilling than threatening, then; it had been a simpler time, before touch became a weapon and one he discovered he could use as well.]