The glabrezu leaned forward a bit, taking a couple of steps in their direction. "<span style="color: brown">Indeed, priestess,</span>" he said, his powerful and deep rumble of a voice seeming to echo in both his chest and the room around them. "<span style="color: brown">Your time is limited, and then I will taste your sweet nectar of blood. I will grind your bones to dust, and rend your flesh until there is not enough to even feed the birds.</span>"<br/><br/>He then turned to Inyrra. "<span style="color: brown">You, however... you know exactly what I intend to do to you, little one.</span>" His voice, though still angry, had taken a sort of suggestiveness to it, as though just the very thought of it made his blackened heart throb wildly with passion.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>