Deimos looked at you with a smug smile, still having a firm grip on your hand. He seems amused by this whole situation."Come on, cutie~ Don't you want to taste my lips?"His face was at your level, even while he seemed threatening and dangerous, he was trying to seduce you at the same time. For you, being touched by the hand of Deimos itself meant death, still, you couldn't help but feel something for the crazy killer in front of you.