'Devilish good looks'<br/><br/>Delia couldn't help but smirk at the statement made by her catboy accomplice, and only the sensation of the unwelcome anti-magic field washing over her prevents her from full on laughing at it. She had to admit, she liked him. He was a smooth talker, and that accounted for something. She couldn't help but wonder how smooth he would be in...other situations. Rather than dwelling upon such thoughts, though, the succubus makes her way fully into the room, fluttering her wings in displeasure at the sensation of having all her senses dulled again.<br/><br/>Not something she particularly cared for.<br/><br/>Listening patiently to the drow, Delia finds her slips spreading into a wider and wider smile. Ohh, he was like a blanket thrown over a bed of knives. A comfortable exterior that hid whatever more dangerous emotions lay within him. Opening her mouth, she begins to speak --<br/><br/>*WHUMP!*<br/><br/>Only to jump in surprise when the wall DENTS IN, the wood buckling and cracking other the weight and force of the considerable kick from the room beyond. Eyes widening, Delia stares at the bent wood, a good five or six seconds passing before she once more regains her composure, forcing a confident smile back onto her pretty face "Oooh. Quite the lively one, mm? Well, dearie....I can see by the way you're looking at me that you think I'm some big, bad demon, mmm?" Stepping closer with a sultry sway of her hips, Delia walks a half-circle around the bound drow, standing at his side.<br/><br/>"Think I want to hurt you?" Reaching down, she runs a hand through his hair, her eyes glowing in the relative darkness of the room "...maybe even eat you. Mm, I could. You're all bound up, chained...it'd be very easy." Kneeling down at his side, she eases her hand across his cheek, following it up by leaning in and lightly licking his ear, drawing her tongue from the base all the way to the tip "Mmmmmmmm....and it's not to say you don't taste delicious, either....but, as big a threat as you think I might be, my precious little drow..." Again, she lightly draws the backside of her hand along his cheek, a soothing motion that felt well-practiced "...I've no desire to hurt you. Not when we can work together and free ourselves. You don't try to hurt me, and I won't even get into your mind. You or your...um..." Again, she examines the dent in the wall, clucking her tongue "...overexhuberant friend. I'm trusting you. You trust me. What do you say? Xarius? Let's get him out of here, hrm...?"