Beleth was not used to being protective in anyway other than how a predator was protective over the spoils of a kill. He didn't see Veronique like that though, unlike every other woman, angel or demon he had no desire to stake his claim, have his way with her and then leave like he had with other women before. He realised that his earlier attitude towards women was probably part of the reason why he deserved to be down here in Hell and not up there with Veronique.
With her in his arms he felt different too, as if he wasn't quite as heavy as he knew himself to be. Holding her to him like this, not even in a carnal way, made him happy and he couldn't help but give her a light squeeze in the hug. It was rather strange for a lust demon such as himself,
"I am your protector Veronique... I'm your little sheepdog." he joked lightly, rubbing his face gently into her hand without realising it. He sighed a little bit, "When you're in love you don't want to admit to yourself that there is a chance that the person you love won't ever love you."