Aura let out a little giggle that seemed strangely grating at the Inquisitor's admission and she let her mind wander to thoughts of the haughty Mercia locked in a passionate embrace with the beligerant witch. She came back to the present and met Mercia's dark brown gaze with her own black eyes. The black veins around her eyes seemed to pulse in anticipation of what the judgement would be. Aura did not care that the Inquisitor could probably tell just how much she coveted the Eldar's body and soul, how desperately she wanted them. It did not matter because she knew that if Mercia had a weakness it was her wounded pride.<br/><br/>When the Inquisitor considered aloud the possability of requisitioning the Eldar woman to come along, Aura jumped up and down, clapping excitedly. Within a tenth of a second she had closed the distance between the Inquisitor and herself, almost pressing her lithe form against the woman.<span style="color: darkred"> "If you do this for me Mercia, then I will owe you a boon. Perhaps I will aid you in returning your little witch to her rightful place... Beneath you." </span>The words were whispered out and almost sounded like a breathless moan as the Daemonhost looked up at the taller inquisitor.<span style="color: darkred"> "We can both win in this. We can both receive what it is we desire."</span>Her hands, with their long, slender fingers combed through her platinum hair as she stared up into Mercia's face with a wicked smile on her lips.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>