"Ahh..." Allan said in a soft, almost sad and wistful tone, looking at Naomi on the floor.  Then he straightened, and raised his voice, addressing the two captives almost as a lecturer.  "Observe, if you will, the demon in defeat.  Pleading for mercy, crying piteously.  Of course, she learned these behaviors well... through observation of the dozens, hundreds, of victim's she's tortured and murdered over the years."  He slammed the toe of his combat boot into her sternum, rather over the stab wound he'd given her earlier, and felt the satisfying snap of bone.<br/><br/>"Of course, lies and cruelty are standard traits in<i>Homo Infernium</i>, so that should come as no surprise to anyone.  What does surprise me is what she had on the menu for tonight..."  Stepping over Naomi's form, he stepped close to the elf, and sniffed deeply.  He leaned in and licked up some of the drying blood from the severed ear, off the side of her throat.  "Oooohhhh.... it's been many decades since I've had elven blood..."