Vinadine had long since taken a step back, still cradling Norbert in her arms, the conversation between the four people around her not really giving her much a chance to say anything, or perhaps she just didn't feel comfortable getting a word in, she cast her glance back and forth between the strange exchange of words, it was clear or rather it was unclear as to what the warlock was after, she had put her mind to what the succubus had said, and what the mistress had since finished for her.<i>Come now, you can't really be that naive Vina, can you? What am I saying, of course you can.</i>She mumbled at that, letting her eyes scan over the faces as they conversed, noting a moment as the priestess looked over towards the sewers, though she herself didn't notice anything odd, or more odd than a river of slime already was. Just clicking the tidbits she made out of the talking, face grimacing at the conclusion<i>Oh so your not 'that' naïve then.. good for you</i>. Sarcastic inward remark aside, did people really do that even in undeath.. or through the use of her succubus..<br/><br/>It seemed as though, most of the group had decided upon getting drinks, and thus her objective of getting gear was pushed aside further, Vina wasn't complaining, well not all of her, she could feel the anger and impatience at the back of her mind, but she tried her best to shut out any words, looking over at the well dressed gentleman figure that she had been talking to alone just moments ago.<br/><br/>“I'm sure, Lennart that the drinks would be fine” She mumbled the words, just for politeness sake, not entirely comfortable still, her eyes darting up and down the scantily clad form of the demoness, puzzled as to how or why someone would find excitement in that.. demon, she felt a slight nudge of agreement from her mind, and then a blankness, couldn't help but smile, little things against<i>her</i>always made Vina smile.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>