Mika couldn't help the smile tugging at his lips as he looked back at Maria. And Maria, as sharp as ever, caught his gaze. She frowned, her brows knitting together as if his very stare irritated her.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Her tone was cold, but edged with suspicion. "If your filthy eyes were glued to my chest again, I'd at least understand, it makes sense for a demon like you to ogle tits...But my eyes?"
She leaned closer, voice dropping into a cutting whisper.
"What, do you want to spread them wide, peer inside, lick them maybe? Twist them into some new perversion of yours? Honestly, with you, I wouldn't be surprised."
Mika laughed under his breath, shaking his head slowly.
"No, not at all. Even I have limits, Maria. I've got a hundred fetishes, sure, but eyes?" He tapped the side of his temple. "That's not my alley. You won't catch me dreaming about eyeballs anytime soon."
