"<span style="color: Magenta">Willing to talk?</span>" Amused, the Desire Demon inclined her head to one side and took only a few steps in any attempt to close the gap between them. The Demon certainly didn't show aggressive intent in both her words or her posture, and the alluring aura of the creature only becoming stronger on her approach.<br/><br/>She paused before one of the big reading chairs between them, thin needle like fingers dancing upon the dull wood surface before casting her wide midnight struck eyes over the elven mage once more, watching as a single woman would their perfect lover.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Magenta">I will talk, but will you listen?</span>" She paused to allow a gentle and smooth laugh to pour from her divine lips "<span style="color: Magenta">Killing me will not free you, creature. Infact, I am the only key to your freedom...</span>" The desire demon casually slinked into the chair before her, showing no care in putting her perfect form and curves on display, kicking her feet up in a non caring fashion of showing her legs as they hooked around one thick, curled arm of the chair. Her arms hooked around the other side of the chair although the demons eyes never left her, her posture now only bent slightly to push up her shapely bust into view of her guest.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Magenta">You know you cannot just enter the fade without a dose of Lyrium or Blood Magic.</span>" The Demon watched Luna for a moment, if allowing her to speak at all if she had anything to say. "<span style="color: Magenta">Blood Magic is keeping you here... As a sacrifice I wonder? But where's the -fun- in that. We can.. benefit from so much more.. just -me- and -you-. You are.. different.</span>" The being of desire's lips twitched to one of growing pleasure, licking her lips to taste them.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Magenta">Come then, ask your questions. I am... -eager- to hear them.</span>" As if instinctively, a single hand stroked down her lushful and glowing body, if only to feed Luna's eyes a small appetite of the very few things that this demon could provide for her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>