“Ahem - and who exactly do you think you are to try that?” Bezou growled. “Bezou may be a demon of lust, but she has standards. And otherworldly creatures like you are certainly below her preference. She can feed off ponies plenty fine.” She grit her teeth, an intense volume of unknown, eldritch magic funneling through her body as she stared daggers into Anon’s very soul. “Get off of Bezou before she reduces you to atoms.”