<span style="color: darkgreen">"No, it's nothing like that. I think, she knows I'm taken but is starting to follow me around more often and seems to find comfort in sitting next to me, she seemed more like a child following an elder and mimicking then than an actually uh... whatever she is, or was. She usually gets chased away back to the prison after a while anyways."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: darkred">"Waiting this long to get proper help, your little blood transfer very nearly killed our daughter and I know you wouldn't have thought of making her drink her, well, your blood. But everything will be fine now, so just uh, lay there or whatever. We expect healthy grandchildren from you even if they won't be pure and prone to illnesses that effect mortals."</span>The succubus turned on Susan and frowned.<span style="color: darkred"> "You'd make a terrible warlock, you know that? Come, though, let us discuss your future with our daughter and the children my husband says you plan on having with her." </span>With a nod she made her way out of the room and massive incubus ducked through the doorway but still scrapped his horns on the door frame and held the door open for Susan.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>