[Chilton blinked -- then swallowed. A heat roused in his cheeks, the sort of pinkened blush that he hadn't felt for a couple months at least. Undoubtedly the last flustered flush he had suffered was also because of the demon, this salacious and provocative demon. It was astounding what he could provoke with the turn of a phrase or two.

Chilton shifted, crossing one leg over the other, and thus secured his response.]

Vivid. [Chilton glanced to Abduxel's gaze. Glanced back down at the table. Another tide of blush.] You enjoy using elements of your partners -- well, I don't want to say against them. But rather, in exploitation of them. You'd offer to use my desk, symbolic of my prestige and station, as the restraining bed re-purposed for your... Aggression.

That is a perception of yours that I find quite fascinating, you see. You know how people define themselves, the symbols they use, and you understand how to use that to your benefit.