Aurallia almost giggled. The Inquisitor did have some residual feelings for the sexy penitent witch. At least the glare and the tension she saw led her to believe that. Her soft pink tongue ran around her lips and her black eyes settled on the Inquisitor. To Mercia's credit, the little slips in her demeanor vanished quickly as she stepped around the display and were replaced by a cautious curiosity. The agreement to speak privately had the lithe daemon host clapping excitedly and bouncing on the balls of her feet. She cared nothing for decorum or hiding her eagerness behind propriety and willingly showed her pleasure.<br/><br/>Just as Mercia assumed, Aura was following close behind, swaying her hips sensually and moving with an exceptional grace. The books and the scent of the room were noted and discarded as beneath her notice but Mercia letting her hair fall loose drew those black eyes again. Her slight smile grew into a grin that was too wide for her slender face and looked rather unsettling.<span style="color: darkred"> "You are wise, Lord Inquisitor,"</span>Her voice was a sultry purr just dripping with dark promise.<span style="color: darkred">",and as much as offering you all the pleasures you could want is within my ability I think that all you want is your little witch back at your side. Or did you prefer her beneath you?"</span>The Grin widened further still, knowing that she was no doubt courting the Inquisitor's rage.<br/><br/><span style="color: darkred">"That is not my reason for wanting to meet, however. My eyes have indeed settled on something. The Eldar... I want you to permit me to go to her. I will not kill her and jeopardize your mission but she was disrespectful."</span>Aura slid closer, lowering her voice into an insidious, conspiratorial whisper<span style="color: darkred">."She is a filthy xenos and yet she raised her voice against the wisdom of one of the emperor's righteous Inquisitors as though she were your equal. Allow me to show her the error of her ways. Allow me to show that you are to be rightly feared. Do not let her disrespect stand."</span>She licked her lips, almost able to taste all of the delicious pleasures and torments that she would visit on the Eldar woman.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>