let us live, since we must die

Riva's words continuously soothed the male. Tension seemed to slowly release as his pale eyes settled on the beautiful babe before him. How could he be mad at such a sweet woman? Incubus selfishly took her in as he spoke, watching the way her face worked with each word that left her mouth. It comforted him to know she'd discuss her mental status if it ever dipped again. "Please never be afraid to discuss such with me Riva. Even if it you feel as though it would hurt me or anything of the sort. I'd rather know how you feel then blindly allow you to slip from me." Incubus feared she would hide her depression from him in order to maintain their happy dynamic. He knew how much guilt weighed on the little woman and he didn't want anymore guilt to weigh her down to that low point again.

As the question left her lips Incubus offered a nod, "Yes, we are a team." The brute pressed into the paw that was placed at his muzzle. Pale eyes shut as he simply enjoyed the feeling of her touch. A soft hum came from the beast before he allowed that pretty gaze to flutter back into view. A smirk swept across his lips, "You need a bath, troublemaker." The male playfully wrinkled his nose, "Actually, we need a bath. I think you owe me a massage after the stress you have just put me through."