Who are you?

Alfred asks with coolly, his words tempered by irritation.

"Well, that's a loaded question now, isn't it?" she lets out a little nasal laugh. Seeing the Alfred's face darken, she resumes "Although you probably mean my name, don't you hon? Well, if that's the case you can call me Cassandra," she curtsies, her tits magnificent in the that view - her eyes smoldering and seductive, "Now, do be a gentleman and tell me your name, or should I simply call you 'Pretty-Boy'? Or maybe you'd prefer 'Handsome'..." She adds with a smirk.

The young man's eyes are inexplicably drawn to Cassandra's slender throat, and deep into a gem of dark ruby set in a black leather choker. "Alfred," he replies without thought - no more willing the words than he did wish to fall through the tavern floor, almost feeling his words pulled from his body.

"'Alfred'..." Cassandra intones huskily, brushing the back of her hand gently across Alfred's cheek, the touch sending waves of heat and bolts of lightening coursing through him, "That's a fine name... quite fitting for such a fine young man..." She grins, looking up mischievously into his eyes, "A fine, fit, _delectable _young man..." She rolls her shoulders, licking her lips

A current of dread washes through Alfred mixed with flustered excitement. Slowly the strange aspects of her appearance begin to sink in. Those red, red eyes. Those angled horns upon her brow. The broad wings set to rest behind her back. The thin, sinuous tail he could feel wrapping teasingly up his thigh. He had seen those features before, knew what they meant, and yet it hadn't truly hit him until now. She was a Demon.

With jaw quivering, a cold drop of sweat rolls down Alfred's cheek. He glances over to his sword, where it lay half across the room, behind and to the right of the seductive creature looking deep into his soul with unnatural hunger. Noticing his **** shift at the sight or perhaps reading his mind, the demon, Cassandra, looked over to the fallen blade as well.