For a few seconds, Delia simply stares at Garth, her ruby eyes glowing faintly in the dim light that filled the hallway. Needless to say, it did very little to assuage feelings about her more...infernal nature, at least by appearance. It's not until he finishes his 'thoughts' about her that she breaks a smile, so genuine and beautiful it was hard to tell if it was fake or not "Oh, my dear orc...so wrong you are! I'd never break my toys, nor would I harm my allies. What if I had need of them later on?" Her large wings ruffle slightly in the dark, pulling together a little more tightly as if she were trying to hide them behind her more slender frame "There is a difference, you see, between being a 'despicable,  evil demoness' and a 'demoness'. The former might be evil for evil's sake, taking delight in torturing and all those sorts of things. Then, you have succubi..." At this, she spins around as if to show herself off, the tattered edges of her clothes whipping around just enough to show the most enticing glimpses of her body - the luscious, soft-looking curvature of her rump, the length and firmness of her thighs, the edges of her breasts, her slender belly - "...Like myself who know better. Why be evil for evil's sake...not when 'good' can earn you every bit as much love and adoration."  It was...difficult to understand, to say the least, what the succubus was talking about. It seemed against her more infernal nature to do 'good for good's sake', but...who knew. Succubus were manipulators, but perhaps there was some truth in her words, hidden meanings...<br/><br/>"Isn't that right, Chira?" Delia chirps, her sweet, sing-song voice making the faint hints of healing magic that still resided in the centauress' body tingle pleasantly...and distractingly "Would a big, mean demon heal up such a nasty little cut just out of fun? Mean orcs, making such broad generalizations..." Again, she brushes her hand alongside the centaur's flank, the slowly-fading 'residue' of magic left behind seeming to tremble at her touch, making the horse-woman's equine-thigh 'tickle' a little, further soothing the pain from the not-fully-healed wound. Little by little, the feeling finally fades away and disperses, but it leaves behind an almost...'want', a desire for that wonderful sensation again, the little touch of magic, the caress of the succubus' fingertips...<br/><br/>...a touch that never comes. The red-headed woman's quip about 'devil and demon', as if the latter was simply dismissed, It ever so briefly raised her hackles, but just as quickly as the slightly wounded pride arose, Delia dismissed it. "Ahhhh, yes. It is a pity. Had it been demons, we'd likely have all already been off the ship already, mmm?" She says with a somewhat sweet smile, hiding the slightly venemous tone in her voice. As much as it irked her, there was no reason to get so...upset at such a minor thing. It mattered little now, anyway - they all needed off the ship, and the redheaded magic user would prove invaluable "...Ah, apologies for my tone." Delia amends with a little sigh "Distant cousin or not, it's a pleasure to meet you. Your magic will no doubt come in invaluable once we assault the ship."<br/><br/>With her attention once more focused on Aron, Delia once more slips up against him, her "You're right, dear. Many other things to talk about. I rather like Chira's idea of a more frontal assault...taking them completely by surprise might be our only chance. Of course, I could sneak out and...ah...ensure we are not leaping right to our deaths. My suggestion, dear drow..."<br/><br/>Again, Delia reaches out to caress the drow's cheek. This time, though, Aron feels a slight shock of magic - magic that makes his body tingle pleasantly, as if he'd just settled down into a nice, hot bath. It even ever so subtly increases his pulse, makes him feel more alive, more excited..<br/><br/>...and, just like that, he begins to fade out of existance, the world around him taking on a slightly 'ghostly' tinge "...Ah. There." Delia continues, still smiling "...no mortal eye will be able to see you now, until you make your move. Magical means, of course, will detect you...but until then? You're invisible. Make your strike count, mm? I'd suggest taking down what you'd gauge as the biggest threat. Either kill or capture. Kill if it's easier...but capture has it's benefits, of course. We can go out the main door while you sneak up onto the deck, mm? Just be careful."<br/><br/>Her eyes alighting upon Xarius, Delia again offers up a small smile, her ruby eyes shining brightly "Well, fearless paladin. How are we going to do this, my dear? I've little experience fighting, and I've doubts I'll even be useful. You, though...fighting demons and devils and undead. A few mortals should be far more manageable, yes? Oh, and don't think I won't remember your promise...so, what should we do?"<br/><br/><br/>((Delia uses 'Invisibility' on Aron. ))