There’s plenty of red anger and the sickly yellow green with a hint of brown that is hate. These beings don’t like each other. But more worrying is the bright pink of lust threading through the entire room. These monsters want us. There may be language in the contract that prevents us from being forced into any kind of intimate situation, but if we’re sent off, out of Azazel’s watchful eye, who will be there to enforce it?
