Vale nursed the bump on his cheek from the slap he received…
'Did my answer really warrant violence?!'
Vale sighed as a very happy cat curled up against his leg and a sulky succubus lay on her side, looking away from him and directly at the stone wall. Occasionally, she would 'accidentally' slap him with the top of her wing or tail.
'Don't be mad at me! It was a business decision!'
Though… Vale thought there might be some truth to his decision.
While the obvious answer seemed like Salome, the question wasn't who he connected with the best, but who was his favorite. Even further, Salome allowed him to define 'favorite.'
So, while he did choose based on avoiding the fury of a vicious cat, maybe he would have chosen the cat regardless…
After all, what Vale valued most at the moment was self-definition.
He knew Lust was eating at his mind, and it was the only way to counteract the slow erosion of his personhood.
And who had helped him the most in his self-discovery journey?
