Offer to help him

"Of course I can help you," you say, "just don't expect me to play nice -- I am a demon." To prove your point, you give his cock a gentle squeeze and watch his face color.

"Okay, fine," he says, and seems to resign himself to the fact that your hand is going to stay in his pants. "How are you going to help me?" In answer, you take his hand in your free one and place it on your cock. He jerks back like he's been burned. "What did you do that for?"

"I'm trying to help you," you say, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You can't talk to people because you lack confidence. Confidence comes with experience. Let me guess -- you're a virgin."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"It has to do with everything!" you say. "Holy shit, how can anyone your age still be a virgin?"

"I'm not that old," he says with a frown.

You snort, amused. "I've only existed for ten minutes and already I've had my hand down a guy's pants. Give me ten more and I'll have that guy's cock in my ass." It takes a moment for him to realize that it's him that you're talking about, but when he does, his face takes on the hue of a ripe cherry. "So, what's your story?"

He shrugs. "Not much of a story, really. The town where I grew up was near a dragon's den, and every twenty-five years, the dragon demanded a virgin sacrifice. I was one of six kids the right age, and I drew the short straw. So, knowing that I would grow up to be a dragon's dinner, I didn't bother to make friends, or talk to anyone, really, and even if I had wanted to lose my virginity, nobody wanted to piss off the dragon."

"So why are you still alive?" you ask. "Did you run away?"

"No. That dragon was chased away by a bigger dragon, who preferred cattle to virgins. So, here I am, no friends, no social skills, and no plans for a future I never expected to have."

"Well, at least you have me," you say with a smile.