"You've done things in the past to make me question that my love, but I'll trust you on it for now. Well as a Troll she'd love a rare streak, but as a Blood Elf she'd probably want a delicate salad or something silly. I'll just make her her own meatloaf and mash some more potatoes, it'll be hearty if nothing else." He shook his head and smiled. "Nothing you need to worry about my love, everything will be just fine, I was just given a new perspective on things."<br/><br/><span style="color: Indigo">"It's not slave trading if she willingly goes to them, and I can't safely interfere, I have too much on my plate. Still I'll try talking some sense into her, but I can't promise anything." </span>Elerona stopped for a moment and slowly turned on the warlock when she mentioned her being a succubus.<span style="color: Indigo">"Mistress isn't 'bedding a succubus', she's spending time with a loved one and using my body to its fullest potential to please her. I love my mistress and I loved her before I bound myself to her, but above all, and this is something I suggest you understand crystal clear. I pride myself on my humanity, I may be a pure blood succubus, but I am a demon in body only. But enough of that, I need to deal with Aellith, I'm sure Mistress would be willing to talk  to you more about me."</span>Seeming more insulted than concerned about the warlock Elerona stormed out of the temple.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>