She laughs sheepishly. "Yes, apparently demons get anxiety too."

"That does not surprise me in the slightest."

Why is she having so many feelings about this?

How about she just hugs Esme tighter for a moment?

Well how about Esme hugs back, how about that?

That will produce a soothed, cuddly demon.

After a long moment, it speaks again. "Thanks for that." It runs its fingers through her hair.

"So I think we were talking about delicately wiring kinks into your mind, among other possible things we could do to that pretty little head of yours."

Blushy wiggles. "Indeed. ...as silly as this is coming from someone who specifically kinks on being mind-controlled, I actually think I want to try a bunch of that stuff without the mind control first? To get a baseline." She waves at the Sexy Abduction Dream Journal. "I know you already made me dream about a bunch of it, but dreaming about something is not a valid baseline, it's too different of a mental state. ...and, even leaving aside the calibration question, now that I've had the thought that it would be romantic if you ate me, I want to see what that's like without additional factors."

Sable giggles and squeezes her. "You're absolutely adorable, and that's very smart."

"I like that plan. We'll work our way through a whole range without any tweaks, that way we can plan out together exactly what tweaks will make all the sexy horrors as fun as possible."

It strokes her hair some more.

"As plans go, I think it has a lot to recommend it!" She leans into Sable's hand a little.

"It really does. But how about a little teaser, hm?"

She increases the sensitivity of Esme's scalp and adjusts the valence a little, carefully turning hair-petting into an erogenous sensation for her.

Pet pet pet~

"Ooooh." That's both hot and fascinating. A lot of arousal is about narrative and she doesn't have a narrative for this experience, at least not yet, but "it's hot that Sable can casually adjust my sensorium" is a very serviceable starting point and she can see other narratives she could lean into alongside it—it's hot (and romantic) to be treated like a pet in the sense of something that is kept and doted on and cared for; it's hot to be physically in someone's power and have them express both the capability and the right to touch you however they want... she doesn't push for either of them just yet, because she's having too much fun enjoying the sensation on its own merits without extra layers of interpretation.

It presses a gentle kiss to the top of Esme's head and keeps petting her. "Watching your mind at work while you process this is fascinating. You are unreasonably cute. My cute, precious Esme."

The cozy possessiveness makes the petting feel even better. She wiggles happily.

Oh good. She tightens her grip on her adorably wigglesome Esme. "Keeping you. Keeping you and treating you to new joys and new sexy horrors until the stars burn out."

Who knows. Maybe she'll do something about the stars burning out, too.

"I don't see why we should let the heat death of the universe stop us."

"Once again we agree~," she replies with a giggle. "Give us a few millennia and I'm sure we can figure out a way to apply my magic to the task of keeping the lights on."

"You definitely seem to be able to do some pretty impressive stuff with it," she says, gesturing out the window.

"Oh, in here I'm cheating. This is my realm, my domain. I can approximate omnipotence a whole lot closer in here than outside on Earth. My power out there is definitely growing, though, so I'm sure we'll figure it out."

"Still, as proofs of concept go, it's a pretty compelling one." Nestle.

"It is that."

Warm squeeze, pet pet pet.

"Do you want me to end up with a hairpetting fetish?" she wonders.