The demon writhed beneath him, choking on the thin silver-and-ice chain Tobirama had caught him by around the neck before finally going still with a pathetic keen. Ember-bright eyes crazed with lines like lava met Tobirama's as the demon slid a weak, ashy-and-bloodied hand over his own chest. "All this to steal my heart, but . . . will you be satisfied with only mine to devour?" he asked, his voice, now that he wasn't shrieking or bellowing, a smooth, smoky rumble that almost distracted Tobirama from his words.