Adelaide flinched and squirmed at the erotic things that he was doing to her, all manner of shyness left her and she didn't care if she was going to be seen by someone. It was as if she was now being controlled by a totally different force, a force that kept propelling want and the need to satisfy her longing body.
Denzel on the other hand had a firm look on his face. He enjoyed the things that he was doing to her but his facial expression didn't seem to falter at all. And then, he started to feel it -- the build up. He started to feel the build up of his demon inside of him, trying to take charge, trying to take control. That was his own weakness and problem as a son of Satan. His own fault as a son of the devil was connected to any sensual or sexual activity and sometimes it usually gets him pissed.