"What the hell does Rammy see in them?"

*Sariel grumbles to himself as he stalks the city, his magic concealing his colossal size and any noise he might make. His fingers run through his midnight black hair as he scratches the back of his head. The colossal incubus would never admit that he was willing to try and view humans as the vulnerable creatures in need of protecting and loving that his brother saw them as. So here he is, prowling the nearest city he could find in search of a

"pet"

in hopes of understanding his brother a little better.*

His eyes scan the area around him, like a wolf looking for a hare to pounce on. The feeling of searching for a more permanent human lover instead of the quickies his kind usually settle for is strange and alien to him, because now he has to actually think about what kind of human he'd prefer. His sights eventually lock onto one human in particular, and a small fanged grin creeps across his face.

"...Fuck it, they'll do."