Tale As Old As Time
Not once, but twice.
Kavan licked his fangs, "Mortal, did you just hit me?"
Flushing, Fyn took a tentative step back.
Then, as if adding insult to injury, he felt a vine wrap around his waist. Frowning, he tried pulling it off, only to find himself flushed against the demon's chest after the vine roughly pushed him towards the raging Kavan. And, as if things weren't already bad, it took a turn for the worse.
He felt a small crown of white baby's breath flowers drop gracefully on top of his head.