She stripped out of her clothing, shoving it off the end of the bed. Curling into a ball, the lights remained off in the room. The demon had superior nightvision, which was the only thing that let him see her. The blood red silk of her hair had become a deep raven shade. The red was still in it, it was simply now midnight shadow and blood.

She reached a delicately boned hand back to him, setting it on his back. She tugged at him lightly, stroking after. It was a request.