Dire considered his options.
If he wanted to form a contract with this boy, he'd need the human to be motivated to do so. However, the werewolf currently posed no threat at the moment, though she was barely in control. Should he risk aggravating her? The demon didn't know the strength of the wolf and had never fought with a werewolf before.
The risk was too high. Dire spared a quick glance at the boy, barely shifting his dark eyes. For a non-contractee (as of yet) yes, the risk outweighed the prize.
The demon pondered. There was still a way.
Boy, Dire began, his imposing voice suddenly filling Rai's mind, urgent, we must hurry! Your friend might have been able to control her wolf before, but she is quickly losing he grasp! See how she bares her teeth? See how she growls?
He leaned forward, mirroring the defensive pose of the were, quietly snarling. The broad shoulders of the lion blocked Rai's view of Dire's face, and the demon used it to send a flash of canines at Sofia.
The pull of the moon is too strong for her. She was going to kill you if I hadn't intervened, Dire lies. His voice is steady, showing no clue to his deceit.
Quickly turning his mind onto Sofia's, the demon takes a moment to goad the wolf. Perhaps it was too much, but he couldn't resist. Pup, he hisses, so young, so stupid. Do you honestly think you'll be in control for much longer? Do you honestly think you can resist the urge to hunt, to kill, to feel the rush of warm blood beneath your teeth?