Rylie and Emily exchanged a look as Kratos began explaining the ritual. Of course, he caught the look, and apparently their thoughts on it as well.<br/>"The tentacles was all Emily, I swear," Rylie promised with a laugh.<br/>"Rylie!"<br/>"I've always told you you watch too many cartoons."<br/>"The internet... Is a dark, dark place, full of dark, dark things," Emily commented sagely.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"If you wanted that, I could totally use a transformation spell on Kratos."</span><br/><br/>"We don't," both girls deadpanned in unison, before outright laughing at Kratos' mortified expression.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Raphael, do me a favor and shut the f**k up about that kind of thing. I do NOT intend to rape ANYONE! Especially not in the form of a sex demon! those guys give me the creeps!"</span><br/><br/>"Wait, we have those?" Emily asked.<br/>"Incubi and Succubi," Rylie answered automatically, "Though I don't think they have tentacles."<br/>Emily shivered slightly, "I hope not..."<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"It's basically like a baptism, but with a special liquid instead of water. Don't ask what's in it. you don't want to know, but I can safely say none of it is blood."</span><br/><br/>"... A special liquid that I shouldn't ask about but isn't blood," Rylie repeated dryly, "Are you TRYING to make this worse? Do you KNOW how many awkward turns this conversation could take thanks to that?" She huffed, blowing a lank tendril of black hair out of her eyes, "Right. Tomorrow. Night guys," she said, climbing into the bed and curling up into a small ball, "Sorry in advance, Kratos."<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Good night Emilimon! Sweet dreams." </span><br/><br/>Emily giggled as he kissed her forehead, then frowned, "Oh, yeah. Sweet dreams for sure... I'll probably have some horrid nightmare about nameless fluid baptisms or something..."<br/><br/>Across the room, Rylie let out a quiet chuckle.