Why, indeed? It’s unlike Matthias. A crease formed between his brows and the demon frowned in earnest. Nothing Sam said was untrue. As far as Matthias was concerned, he had no heart to give, not in a metaphorical sense. What didn’t sit well with him was that he didn’t want Sam to be unhappy.

But why? He’s never felt this way with any humans he’s toyed with. Oh, they were his in the sense that he didn’t want anyone else messing with them or hurting them while he could still wring something worth devouring out of them. But Sam had never been some mere plaything. An easy meal? Sure. Somewhere along the line, he became a companion Matthias looked upon fondly.

“Do you think you don’t bring me pleasure?” Perhaps not pleasure of a sexual nature, but other kinds, certainly.