You want to go to Harold's parent's house

"Well, considering that you don't like sharing, maybe we should go to your parents' house," you say. "If your nosy neighbors come knocking on the door, I don't know if I'd be able to keep my hands off of them...or my cock out of them."

"You are incorrigible," Harold says with a smile. He groans as he climbs to his feet, his legs unsteady as he gathers up his clothes and gets dressed. You watch with growing unease as he covers his delicious flesh with those unflattering garments.

"Will I have to wear clothes, too?" you ask, wrinkling your nose at the thought. You love the feel of the sun and breeze on your bare skin, not to mention how convenient it is to fuck.

Harold laughs. "Yeah, I'm afraid so. I mean, not when we're alone, but if other people can see you, then yes. And you might want to think about not looking quite so much like a demon. You said you can change your form, right?"

"What's wrong with looking like a demon?" you demand.

"Nothing," Harold says quickly, "except that summoning demons is illegal, and if anyone sees you, I'll be arrested and you'll be destroyed."

"Well, I guess we don't want that," you say grudgingly. You reach up and touch one of your horns, grimacing at the prospect of losing your demon form, even temporarily. You like how you look. Not to mention that it will take some of the precious energy you've gathered, energy that could be put to much better use than making you look human. Ugh. On the other hand, getting caught would be way worse than wasting some energy to look human for a while.