<blockquote><div><cite>Xarius wrote:</cite> "A succubus that can heal.. your just full of surprises.</div></blockquote><br/><br/><br/>With a final, appraising look at the centaur's partially healed leg, Delia turns her attention to the catboy, her eyes glowing a bright and surprisingly cheerful-looking red in the faint, flickering light that filled the hallway "Hmm...it is a rare skill amongst succubi." She begins, her spaded tail flicking " Some prefer to fully focus upon the more....dark skills, and allow their followers to heal those they wish to have healed. Myself, well...there's so much a soothing touch can do." It was...difficult, to say the least, to ignore just how much vitality the centauress possessed. Even more difficult to ignore was the decidedly delightful nutty taste that lightly danced across her lips as she pulled back from the horse-woman's flank, the scent of her body briefly following in a rush that made Delia shiver slightly, rustling her wings at the delectable flavor and scent "Mm. Like this here. You're most welcome, love." With a final pat to Chira's furry flank, Delia steps back to give the centaur a bit more room, and also remove herself from temptation. With the hallway progressively more full, it was getting decidedly harder to resist giving in to her own desires...or, of course, hide the soft growling of a stomach that had not been appropriately fed in weeks.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Aron wrote:</cite> " And of course a succubus can heal, or how would any man last more than one night with her if she wished to keep him? "  </div></blockquote><br/><br/>The drow's words bring a cool smile to Delia's lips, her arms folding across her chest, rather purposefully right beneath her breasts to push them up into far more enticing valleys of cleavage "Mm, though Aron has the right of it. Not to say I'm not gentle, though. Oh, so very gentle...when I care to be." Giggling softly, Delia reaches out and lightly flicks the elf's ear, before moving past him to examine the orcish man in the newest room. The corpse is left entirely ignore, as whatever use it had or could have provided was long gone - unless, of course, it had a weapon of some sort hidden upon it, something that was sneaked on board. Who knew, but it was not her concern.<br/><br/>Upon noting the man's look of disdain, and his 'not only saints' comment, Delia gasps gently, looking up at Chira with almost palpable offense "You hear that, Chira? He said you're not a saint. Hrmph, I'd be offended if he said I wasn't one. Garth, was it? I assure you..." Delia begins to lick her lips almost absentmindedly, but catches herself half-way through "...I...would not be so foolish as to harm any of you. Not when it depends upon my freedom. Nor would I wish you harm if we do gain our freedom - alliances should not be so easily discarded, mmm?" IT was difficult to tell whether or not it was a half-truth or even a full truth. The succubus' voice was so sweet and gentle and honeyed, it was hard to actually imagine her doing ANYTHING that might be detrimental to anyone.<br/><br/>Moving on past Garth's cell with a casual "I'm Delia, by the way. Saint extraordinaire.", Delia sidles up next to the opening to the last girl's cell, nose crinkling slightly at the 'scorched' scent that wafted out from within. Hrrrrm, slightly burned wood, overly heated iron and lead, and hidden away under it the more delicate scent of a human. Interesting. Smelled like home, in some ways. That much, at least, she could remember "Ah. And who is this one, Xarius? Mm, I smell...magic? Though, I guess that much is obvious, given...well..." She motions with a hand to the scorch marks along the ceiling, and those that lightly licked the walls of her cell. Admittedly, it was pretty impressive that someone could even cast a spell within the anti-magic confines of the cells, much less while chained up. It sparked a faint hint of jealousy, but not one that burned too terribly bright. After all, she was weakened - if she hadn't, maybe she could have casted in the confines of her own cell as well.<br/><br/>Waiting patiently for the girl to be freed, Delia again focuses her attention upon Aron "Mm...plan of attack. Well, we lack a scout, though we do have a once-guard imprisoned in my own cell at the end of the hall. We could ask him about numbers, though how forthcoming he might be, I have no idea. That being said, there's an elvish mage aboard, and one I'd assume to be...paramount in taking out as quickly as possible. There's also the captain and the leader of these guards here. Numbers, though..." She shrugs "If Aron is feeling brave, there's...ways to recon, of course. Assuming opening the door won't cause too much of an issue. I could ensure he was...not quite visible to the naked eye, if he cared to go take a look to better help us formulate a plan. Of course...there's also the option of just breaking out and running havoc in as short a time as possible. It would take them by surprise, and that might be worth it's weight. "