Aura licked her lips when she heard the man ask his question. He longed for something. That would be good knowledge for later. Knowledge was a powerful thing if it was used correctly. Knowledge of another's desires was better still. It allowed one such as her a bargaining chip and if executed properly that desire could be twisted in all manner of interesting ways. The knowledge would have to wait for later though; Aurallia's own desires were more pressing.<br/><br/>She smiled brightly to the Inquisitor as she stood silently waiting for her turn to speak. She had to admit, begrudgingly, that Mercia had proven worthy of her attentions. She was always cautious around Aura and had been mostly resistant to Aura's attempts to convince her that she had been rendered harmless by the pacts she had agreed to. She smiled that too innocent, too sweet smile when she was acknowledged.<br/><br/><span style="color: darkred">"Indeed Inquisitor, but the matters I wish to discuss are of a private nature. If I may have a moment of your time..."</span>her eyes flicked to Evangeline with a burning, lustful gaze for only a fraction of a second before settling back on the Inquisitor, seeing if Mercia reacted to the covetous glance in the direction of her former plaything.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>