Qrow.

Chapter 58 | Feast of Misery

I've mentioned before that Croc and Micah are both Cajun. They're inspired by Gambit from XMen in those regards, so I'll leave a little clip here to show you what he sounds like.

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Dusk threw her feet up on the table in front of her, slouching back on a busted couch. "If you keep looking that miserable, I might have to make a meal out of you."

Even when they were in a depressing, dirty, abandon warehouse, Asher found himself flat on the floor. He'd mustered enough energy to draw a pentagram, which seemed to relax him some. However, he couldn't manage to wipe away the unhappiness on his face. "Lasciami solo*."

She scoffed, "You don't have to be so overly dramatic. So what? A guy doesn't like you. Big fucking deal. One time an entire country turned on you and you got over it. What's one person?"

"There's a difference. I never had to see anyone from my home country ever again. But him, I have to see him everyday. I'll get over it, just like everything else." He muttered.

Dusk saw a prime opportunity and decided to take it. Being back on Earth, she was dressed a lot more modern. She pulled back the edges of her red leather jacket enough to expose her breasts, of which were barely covered with fishnet. Typically, she presented herself flat chested, but she had no problem altering her appearance for his sake. "The best way to get over someone is to get on top of somebody else. What'd you say, Baby? I can give you whatever you want."

Asher gave her a short glance. Then he closed his eyes, resting his head back on his hands. "No thanks."

She glared at him with disgust. "Seriously? Any man with a working dick would die for a chance to fuck this."

"You're a little arrogant, I see." Croc mumbled. He'd distanced himself from the two, keeping in the corner.

"It's not bragging if it's true. I could get any straight man I wanted. I'm also very capable of catching the eye of gay men too, if need be." She replied. Dusk stood up slowly and sauntered over to Asher. Her leather skirt was so short, it was amazing it could manage to cover anything. She lowered herself on his waist, humming softly, "I know you want to. Just do it already."

"If you're so desperate for cock, I can have one of my slaves fuck you. I'm not going to do it though." Asher responded.

She moved her hips back and forth, rubbing herself against his bare chest. Through the thin fabric of her panties, he could feel everything. Somehow, it didn't even phase him. "What is wrong with you? You have an absolutely perfect woman on top of you and you won't take advantage! How stupid are you?!"

Asher didn't even bother giving her a response. He wasn't one to play into games that didn't interest him. He could get nothing out of this. Incubuses can't harvest energy from witches. Fucking her wouldn't give him any power even if he needed it. To his kind, having sex just for the feeling was an idiotic idea. What's the point in doing so if you can't gain something from it?

Dusk nearly had the wind knocked out of her when a hand wrapped around her neck. Even in his human form, Croc was massive compared to her. He lifted her up off of Asher, growling lowly. "Do you ever stop runnin' your mouth?" He tossed her into the wall as if he was disregarding a rag doll. "I would like some peace and quiet. I can't think when you won't shut up." 

Being thrown around like that made her personality switch in a second. The disapproval of humans didn't bother her. Their cries were empowering, in fact. Usually lesser beings in the supernatural world didn't phase her either. But, when one of her superiors and someone she considered a friend did so, it did upset her.