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It really was baffling, the different response she got when Isabella asked nicely. She had of course never really tried it with anyone but the simple kind words seemed to work much better for the human then demanding and ordering. He obviously didn't like being told what to do just as she didn't, although asking nicely was still going to take some practice. It was going to take some practice not to treat him directly as a slave, or maybe just to do it a bit more subtly. The demoness had thought she had started off pretty good there, 'can I ask you a favor'.
"Come help me wash the back of my wings when you're done. It will be quicker, we wasted enough time as it is with your frequent appetite needs." With the smooth touches last night to her feathers, the demon trusted Jason to touch her in that aspect for now which was definitely a rarity; the back of her wings were hard to reach without getting in odd angles so they definitely took much longer to scuffle up and smooth out again under the water. She was obviously much cleaner then the man, having time to come down here frequently as the girl was on a little bit less of a 'run for your life' schedule. After speaking Isabella dunked her head into the water to run her fingers through it and scrub it out best she could as well, holding her breath for a few minuets before pulling back. Her hair was more of a dark auburn when wet, contrasting and bringing out just how light red her wings were -almost like blood against the clear water.
"Come help me wash the back of my wings when you're done. It will be quicker, we wasted enough time as it is with your frequent appetite needs." With the smooth touches last night to her feathers, the demon trusted Jason to touch her in that aspect for now which was definitely a rarity; the back of her wings were hard to reach without getting in odd angles so they definitely took much longer to scuffle up and smooth out again under the water. She was obviously much cleaner then the man, having time to come down here frequently as the girl was on a little bit less of a 'run for your life' schedule. After speaking Isabella dunked her head into the water to run her fingers through it and scrub it out best she could as well, holding her breath for a few minuets before pulling back. Her hair was more of a dark auburn when wet, contrasting and bringing out just how light red her wings were -almost like blood against the clear water.