Watching his golden brown muscles ripple and move, she took a moment to admire the sight in front of her. What kind of Succubus would she be if she didn't take the time to properly admire and worship the body of a man? Did she have to fuck him in this particular case? No. But something about the way he'd probably honed those muscles made her want to mount him and properly show him a sort of worship that wasn't entirely proper.<br/><br/>She smiled slowly, still watching him, but catching a bit from his thoughts as she walked closer still. It wasn't before she closed the distance between them that she draped a hand lazily over his chest, feeling the warmth of his pulse beneath his skin. It exchanged with her palm as she nodded. "I'm very real, Dorian. In your dreams and outside of your dreams." she admitted, taking a moment to breathe him in. Then she tilted his chin up and let her lips linger inches from the nape of his neck as she spoke again.<br/><br/>"You have something that I want." she said simply, sweet voice vibrating against his skin as she chuckled lightly. Oh, this poor boy had no idea what she was looking for. Now it was two things. "You shouln't be so handsome." she said, thinking about how the moonlight played above them and drew out the color of his skin. It made it vibrant. Pressing her body closer, the bit of bare cleavage she had revealing pressed against his bare chest. "It's kind of distracting." she said, pulling back from him.<br/><br/>Now her lips were just inches away from his. "You have something that I very much need. An artifact of sorts. Would you like to hand it over the simple way? Or do I need to extract it from you in less pleasureful ways?"