[He's a demon who has the capability of eating souls, but to actually consume one kind of gives him the heebie-jeebies. Which she should be thankful for, honestly. That he's not enough of the demon he could be to actually try.

He tilts his head a bit, flexes his fingers into the bed sheets as he looks at her.]

I could probably help with that, you know.

[Which is... Likely not what she wants to hear! But he'll also go on and push past that, because she also asked him something, and he gives a contemplative hum for it.]

Floral...? And kind of citrus-y? And then there's a bit of... Kind of the smell of fresh snow?