"Oh, that..." Nadra replied to the warrior, looking straight at his face, "It's the spell that binds us. The mistress and the minion. Warlocks use it in combat to dampen their pain, by transferring it to their demon... Surely you've heard of Soul Link?" The grinning corner of her mouth twitched again as she realized she was taking the longer route in explaining herself again. "What I meant to say is that it works both ways. It's not much, but she feels some of what I do. And for Liliana—" the demon paused briefly as the skeletal fingers pinched her shoulder again, "for her, that's much more than she'd otherwise be able to feel."<br/><br/>Then she turned to face the priestess, who was now talking, and kept the glowing blue eyes focused at her until she was done.<br/><br/>"So, you see," Nadra said, as if continuing from before, "The lady's excitement — is<i>my</i>excitement, and if I was to speak more freely, you'd hear all about it and more, but the bitch is drilling her<i>fingers into my shoulder so I'm having a little trouble forming the words—</i>" the last part she whined out in a high tone while Liliana, still calm as death, tightened the grip and caused Nadra to collapse and bend her knees. The demon leaned against the pavement on her right hand and tried to pull the mistress's fingers away with the left one. "It's true!" she moaned, still grinning, as if she didn't even want the pain to end.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>