"Ah," Nadra exhaled sharply. The corner of her mouth twitched for a second but she kept her smile. "I know how this can seem a<i>bit</i>ironic, the way I speak," she said, "and that one could easily find sarcasm the proper way to respond." She paused for a bit while the man was sewing his jaw back on. Nadra went on, "I don't mean to deceive. If I was speaking for myself, I assure you this conversation would be far less polite, you wouldn't be aware to be talking to a succubus, and I wouldn't be<i>explaining</i>myself to you."<br/><br/>She took a brief look at her mistress, who was staring down, hiding her face behind the black hood. The gesture of her black-gloved hand told Nadra to get on with it, we haven't got all day.<br/><br/>"So," she continued, "As I said, I speak for Lady Fourneaux. She's an old lady—" Nadra stopped and stared at the two undead strangers for a moment. "Ehm,<i>identifies</i>herself as an old lady, although she'd be happy to speak for herself if it was possible in her... condition."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>