Tit For Tat

The woman sank to her haunches and Ashmedai watched her all the way down. All. The. Way. Down. When she spoke, Ash's ocean eyes flicked back to her own. He listened and chuckled deeply, "Not all fruits, my dear," he nearly cooed. "Just fruits after they... well... they kind of rot, but it's not as bad as it sounds- well it might be at first actually, they taste pretty strange."

She leaned forward and Ash felt himself inclined to do the same, a small, toothy smile playing on his freckled lips as he watched her. Their noses were almost touching, the small gap between them standing as strong as any wall could. She asked what she could call him and he rumbled his name in return.

"Ashmedai, but you may call me whatever you please. And what should I call you?"