[Sandalphon laughs, a harsh, bitter sound, and the sneer on his face is enough of an answer by itself. But he responds regardless:]
I assure you, I am fully in control of my faculties, mortal.
[It may be the only thing he's ever really had control of—his own anger.
He lifts his foot and nudges Izumi over onto his back. There's a thrilling rush that comes alongside this brazen display of power, of course, but there's something else, too...]
...I thought you had to be the one who freed me at first, but now that I've gotten a good look at you...I doubt you'd be able to make it to Pandemonium in the first place, let alone break out an archangel.
[While he talks, Sandalphon sinks to his knees, settling to straddle Izumi's hips, and looms over him, grasping his wrists to keep his arms held to the floor.]
Even so, you continue to act as though you know me...
[And yet, there's a pang of familiarity that Sandalphon can't deny, a fondness in his chest that keeps him from striking Izumi dead that he can't explain.]
...You've found me in something of a foul mood, so entertain me until it passes, if you're so desperate for my attention.
[He grinds his hips down on Izumi's. Normally he'd never think of doing this, especially not with a mortal he doesn't even know, but...exerting this kind of power over him is really turning him on.
He might not remember, but he still loves topping Izumi in the end.]
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I assure you, I am fully in control of my faculties, mortal.
[It may be the only thing he's ever really had control of—his own anger.
He lifts his foot and nudges Izumi over onto his back. There's a thrilling rush that comes alongside this brazen display of power, of course, but there's something else, too...]
...I thought you had to be the one who freed me at first, but now that I've gotten a good look at you...I doubt you'd be able to make it to Pandemonium in the first place, let alone break out an archangel.
[While he talks, Sandalphon sinks to his knees, settling to straddle Izumi's hips, and looms over him, grasping his wrists to keep his arms held to the floor.]
Even so, you continue to act as though you know me...
[And yet, there's a pang of familiarity that Sandalphon can't deny, a fondness in his chest that keeps him from striking Izumi dead that he can't explain.]
...You've found me in something of a foul mood, so entertain me until it passes, if you're so desperate for my attention.
[He grinds his hips down on Izumi's. Normally he'd never think of doing this, especially not with a mortal he doesn't even know, but...exerting this kind of power over him is really turning him on.
He might not remember, but he still loves topping Izumi in the end.]