Take her

It felt like a bucket of ice was dropped on Samson's head as Mr. Gray took control of his motor functions.

He vaguely heard his own voice say something, but the sensory overload kept him from understanding what they were. It had been a while since he and the demon had gone full Gen:Lock, so he was not really prepared for the experience. He knew that Gray was now advancing on the landlady with predatory intent, and that she was hardly going to resist, but he wasn't totally sure what exactly had transpired. A moment later he could feel her tongue exploring the deepest parts of his mouth.

Her dress dropped to the floor, and then they were headed to the bedroom. She fell onto the bed without a noise, and Samson only had a moment to admire here silk lingerie before Gray, apparently starved for sensual contact after their long separation, launched himself after her.