[Rhys lets out his breath slowly, because that word haunts him. Even back in the day, when he was young and first discovering his powers, it hovered over him, mocking his attempts to cling to his humanity.

Monster. Demon. Everything he doesn't want to be.]

Yeah. Incubus.

[He's a little grateful that Festival can't see the way his eyes squeeze shut.]

I think it was something about the house, the rooms. I've never changed like that before. I just know I was hungry, and...you were there.

I know, that's not an excuse, but...trying to understand what happened.

[He sounds very tired.]