Vega
Ahh, the heat felt amazing. There was no beauty in trampling a field of pure flowers - that's what he'd have thought under normal circumstances. Perhaps if she weren't a demon, if she weren't related to that woman, if she didn't admit being some kind of noble, he may have had a few qualms about this 'walk'. Right now, seeing her like that only made even Vega's expression show a little pity. Only that. "I'm sure you're a proud lady, but if this is her doing... how scary, I best watch out huh." He thought aloud absentmindedly, stroking the tip without even really thinking about it at this point.
When the two reached the door, just has he clutched at the knob and turned it... Vega stopped.
What kind of demon possessed him, to do something so foul? And what madness could make his heart stir such joy while doing it!? No, this couldn't... must not do. An impulse brought by the charming demonic presence, that's what it was. A plot of hers to make him lose his wits and bring him to ruin. This must've been her plan, how clever. He squeezed tightly in frustration, incredibly tightly.
"Oh, that's no good. I can't walk out like this, as much as I love it... tsk." His smile was outright sadistic when he turned to look at the panting dog, and for a moment his grip turned far looser.
He squatted gently and patted her head with genuine affection - and perhaps, some form of love. He'd forgive it, just this once. "Listen, I'm going to let go at the count of three. If you could avoid taking revenge on my self outside, I would be very appreciative - lest we may humiliate ourselves in public. That... wouldn't do."
He smiled and gave her a kiss on the forehead. "Can you do it for me?"