Curious, I stuck my fingers in his mouth. He transformed. Zahrelon looked confused and a bit aroused. To be honest, whenever the combs came out at the bathhouse, Zahrelon was one of the ones that moaned when they had to fight with all the snags in his hair. He probably was just a masochist. I did look for whelps when I was recruiting. He probably never had the chance to get bullied by all of the stronger devils and unlock that potential inside of him. "Look at you! You transformed back to your true form again. You really don't get when you need to keep it hidden!" Before he could respond, I slapped him again. "You are only going to make dumb excuses so I'll put your mouth to a much better use. Blow me." I said. He just nodded slightly and got on his knees slowly. That was when the paladin stepped in. She put a hand on my shoulder and said "That's going too far." I scoffed and looked over my shoulder at her. "C'mon! You, of all people, are finding pity in your heart for a whelp like this!? That is rich." I said. "Even then, I can't stay still as you abuse someone. He's your employee!"
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Shrugging, I said "Yes. He's getting discipline." The paladin just glared. "No. You don't even give him the chance to speak. How can he be held accountable if he can't apologize or admit fault?" I wagged my finger at her. "This is a fiend that drains human energy through dreams and sexual contact. If you don't put things in terms they understand, say sexual domination, they won't be able to process anything you want them to learn. They don't have things like human sympathy and empathy. You can't hold them to account unless you get rough enough to show them that you won't tolerate the misbehavior. Then you make sure they understand it will only get worse if they do it again." I explained as if I was talking to a new pet owner. It seemed to really piss her off. She drew her sword. "Move away from him." I held my hands up and took a step away. Zahrelon looked at me with a conflicted gaze. He obviously did not like being hit by me, but the burgeoning masochism within him was beginning to take hold. The paladin said "You're just as evil as him. Maybe worse, how you treat him."
I shrugged. "You wanted this." I said. She balked at the notion. "I never said abuse him!" she snapped at me. "But killing him with your sword would have been your first solution if I didn't do anything." I said knowingly. She just glared at me in anger. She knew that I was right. It was time to lessen the heat between us. "I'm sorry. This big whelp really needs to be trained better. If he went on a massive rampage inside of you and troubled your heart, that is wrong." I said genuinely. She stopped and took a deep sigh. "It was nothing that I couldn't handle. At first I thought he was just overeager. When I felt getting drained, that was when I knew something was wrong there. I took charge and suddenly he transformed." she said as she sheathed her blade. "As a paladin, especially to one devoted to justice, I cannot abide a fiend attacking other humans." she said firmly. I could tell she was not going to budge on this matter. "Whelp though he is, he is still alive. He needs to feed once a week. How about you be his personal dancer?" I proposed. She looked shocked I would offer something like that.
