Bipolar or crazy
"When the painting's finished, we'll have no other choice but to meet our destinies."
"No" Frightened, disturbed by the feelings that were too intense. Demeter pulled out of his hands and dragged a trembling hand through her hair.
"No, Damon, I won't be the latest in your string of lovers. That's something you best understand." She stepped away from him, her shoulders straightening with inherent pride.
Damon's eyes narrowed. She could see his temper rising.
"It should be an interesting contest." He took a step forward and grabbed a handful of her hair. With a quick jerk, he brought her face to his, then gave her a hard brief kiss. Demeter's breath trembled out, but she kept her eyes steady.
"Time will tell darling. Now, it's late, nearly midnight. I best be on my way. Sinning is much more appealing after midnight." With a careless smile he left her apartment.