Different Kind of Help

Her response was unexpected, but when he took a moment and really thought about it, it made sense. It was embarrassing. People didn't want to admit it. A lot of people would rather break their own arm then confess to something as awful as being uncomfortable, but...

Well, he was a bad liar, and he didn't want to make it any worse than it already was.

"I figure most people are just... embarrassed. I'm not really sure why your, uh, mouth in particular throws me off so bad."

It was definitely focused on the mouth. When her mouth did things...

Angelo fought the urge to shudder.

Well, that was unnerving. That she didn't just look unnerving, but that she actively hunted humans. That she looked cute and sweet until she took her throat out with her teeth.

Only it wasn't even teeth. It was mandibles.

Which somehow made it worse, and he fought back the urge to shudder at the thought of her mouth just unhinging, and...

Nope, he couldn't think that way.

"The DSU seems to do good work," Angelo said after a moment, "but I've heard mixed things about their policies for demons who prefer to, uhm, embrace their natural instincts." He had some spicy opinions about that, but it probably wasn't his place.

"How about I talk to the staff over at the islets, and see what can do? We can stay in touch, and see what we can set up."