Frying Pans are for...

Ashmedai by no mean considered himself a good person, but even he had a small hint of the sins he was about to commit. She was willing, consenting, and she was totally star-eyed for him, wasn't she? Ashmedai wasn't a stranger to these kinds of situations and her verbal acknowledgement of her desires only brought the flickering ember of Ash's temptation into full flame.

He thought of himself of a pirate, here for hearts, booty, and bounty. Well, he had at least gotten drunk and in a few fights lately, so he definitely deserved a reward. Besides, maybe this girl's innocence was an act. It wouldn't be the first time Ash fell for a feigned innocence. Although, even in those cases, he still got what he wanted, so he didn't see the big deal. It was honestly better to pretend this girl wasn't as naive as she seemed, not that Ash gave it much actual rational thought. He wasn't really thinking with the right head to begin with.

He returned her affections readily but careful enough to not rush her. He was a pirate, not a barbarian. He could be a gentleman when he wanted to be!

Was this a bad idea? Maybe. Would she regret it? Probably. Would Ash? Nah, no way in Hell.

-fade to black-