Truism #4: It's better to be naïve than jaded.

He was staring again, you knew it. The tiny hairs on the back of your neck were standing up and you had that indescribable feeling of someone watching you. It wasn't an entirely unpleasant feeling - that is, you didn't feel like you were in danger but it was very disconcerting. You didn't think he knew that it bugged you because if he did, you didn't think he'd do it.

You turned around to face him, Demon Spade leaning against the door. You were right, he was staring at you. His eyes were locked on you, flickering up from the hem of your skirt to your neck, a smirk playing across his lips. Why was he staring? Oh no, had you spilled something on yourself again? You were forever spilling things on yourself…food, drinks, ink…whatever you were holding usually ended up on yourself. You just had no hand-eye coordination. But it was odd, even when you looked down, checking carefully, you couldn't see anything on your clothes or your skin. Today had been spill-free so far that you remembered.

"Demon Spade? Do I have something on me?" you asked the man, looking up at him with a curious expression on your face. He only chuckled softly before turning around and walking away, leaving you in complete confusion.

You were such a cute and naïve little thing, he'd noticed. You wouldn't recognize a sexual glance or hell, even an outright sexual proposition, though he hadn't tried the latter…yet. But maybe that innocence was okay, he thought. At least you weren't jaded yet, like him. And besides, that innocence of yours would make it just that much better when he decided to soil you.