Asmael
"Eh? You were looking for your master, you wanted to present me to him remember?" He raised her head by the chin so he could get a good look into her eyes, his touch causing her heart to skip for a moment. Every word of his sounded so genuine it would be hard to question or doubt them. A feather fell down the ground softly, and another one. His angelic essence was a poison that could infect not only the mind and the body, but the very soul.
Before she knew it, her legs had turned slightly weaker, and more of her weight laid on him to keep her balance. And his breath, his touch, no, everything around the two started becoming more beautiful, as if the world was pink and wonderful and there was something strange prodding at her head but it felt so good it was hard to care.
He put a feather in her mouth, and the feeling of the soft material inside her was both enough to redden a maiden and to make even the coldest of hearts swoon. With it, he could act on what hold he had on the snake.
"You're so clueless. But you know, I kinda like that about you."