Arthur wasn't psychic. His dreams were just very realistic. He wouldn't care if someone he knew was a succubus. Everyone deserved love even low ranking demons. That was another thing he didn't care about...the demonic heirarchy. It meant little to nothing to him. If someone was a succubus and wanted love he felt they had a right to it. Everyone deserved to have that special someone. He looked at her and nodded his head. "Everyone deserves love Ashley. Even those that people say don't. It doesn't matter what rank in society people are...they deserve a chance at happiness. Some just have to fight for it more. While others get it handed to them on a silver platter." When she kept speaking like she knew about succubus's personally he gave her a quizzical look but didn't comment upon it. He began eating the food that was set on the table before them. Breadsticks that were delicious. Why did he get the feeling Ashley was resembling the succubus in his story? It couldn't be connected. Probably just a figment of his imagination. He sometimes wondered who his father was. His mother never spoke of him and always seemed afraid when he asked. He hoped to someday learn about the other half of his family. Even if he was a son of Lucifer or an arch angel...he'd fight for Ashley. He liked her. There was no telling who or what his other half was at this time. Far as Arthur knew he was human. "So Ashley...how about a walk in the park after dinner?" He asked with a warm smile. Snapping from his own thoughts. He didn't want this date with Ashley to end. Would what his other half was spread them apart or would they fight to keep together? What would happen when his other halves secret was revealed? Only time would tell.