[He didn't want to stop. She kept that space between them when she started to feel something, when he started to feel something, and he didn't like it. His hand came up to hers, fingers wrapping around hers and trying to pull her in closer.]

So tell me about it. Make me understand, Chloe. Why is it that the devil, who's gone thousands of years without feeling much more than amusement, is suddenly having an existential crisis that you seem to be in the center of?