Asulf streeeetches slowly, working out a few kinks and running a hand across his recently re-knit flesh as he readies himself to head in deeper. He'd distracted himself from the more<span style="font-style: italic">lascivious </span>efforts of his comrades by looting what he could of the mercenaries' stuff that hadn't taken a trip into the Bright Blades' bellies - which hadn't turned out to be a lot, and packed it away securely. He'd probably sell most it, he figured, though the dagger might be useful as a close-quarters weapon, and he might need a few components from what was Kaitlyn's component pouch.<br/><br/>It was tempting to ignore the earlier promise, even if he hadn't made it, and take Kaitlyn herself, but he restrained himself, letting the mage sneak off. Maybe she'd get out - or maybe one of his comrades would catch her and she'd never make it out of here. He didn't really care, and couldn't help but smirk to himself as he hear the half-elf's cry of terror and surprise. He didn't feel even the shadow of a twinge of sympathy for the elf who'd shot him twice. He hoped her digestion was every bit as slow and agonizing as he imagined of a serpentine digestive tract.<br/><br/>Asulf turns his attention back to the door as Sunete returns, and judging from the size of her gut he realizes she can't have eaten the fox she'd pulled out into the hall - or she was a lot better at hiding it than he thought. Either way, she seemed like she'd dealt with her own distraction, though Brady and Laebras had engaged in their own.<br/><br/>"If she does, she should probably make it quick, before whatever is happening in this ritual goes off and we accidentally doom the world by being so slow," he suggests, smirking playfully, not truly believing it was that serious, but keeping enough seriousness in his voice to hopefully remind his companions that they had a job to finish. "Might want to save some room, though. I bet that succubus tastes positively<span style="font-style: italic">sinful</span>.."