"What are you looking at?" Oriana growled, her brows knitted, her voice hoarse. "You really do look like you want that demoness back."
He chuckled. "Whether it's you or her, both are the same to me. But yeah, I do miss you cursing and getting angry at me. You should train your demoness form to talk like this as well. I want to see her cursing and getting angry at me instead of her silence."
"Don't sweet-talk me. I know how much you enjoyed it with her when you…" She huffed and turned around, facing her back to him.
Arlan gently turned her onto her back and got on top of her. He gazed her displeased expressions. "When I did what?"
She narrowed her eyes at him. "You know exactly what I mean. Even though it was her, I was there too. You were never like that with me, like you were with her."
"Alright, so how was I with her?" he asked, amused.
"You…" She averted her gaze, looking away in anger. "You loved her more…"