The enslaved daemon resisted the urge to struggle as the demon lord's tail pulled her to his side. She suspected now would be a bad time to answer the dancer's question; virtually immortal or nor, she didn't relish the idea of spending the night digesting in his stomach. Or in Solistrae's, for that matter. She has no idea what he might ask her to do to gain his favour.<br/><br/>It seemed like Charon was content to just have her watch whatever was about to transpire for now, though. And, intentionally or otherwise, the tail was protecting her modesty a little bit. Resolving to make the best of this for now, until an opportunity for some form of more satisfying defiance appeared, she allowed him to press her against his side, resting her head on the edge of his shoulder. She watched the Succubus as she flirted with Disaster. Hopefully Lord Charon would not decide to revoke his protection, now.