The guard keeps eye contact with Delia, pupils dilated almost as much as possible and breathing in quick, shallow bursts as she touches his chin and face. Walking along with Delia, the dis-armored guard doesn't resist at all as she maneuvers him out of Xarius's way. "Uh, I can, I can last longer than that," he stammers, blushing at the reference to 'appetite'. When the succubus accepts the kiss, the guard pushes in deeper, pressing his warm body to the demoness's soft front; he's clearly... ready for that hour, let's say. With a hunger of his own, he holds the kiss and pushes deeper until he has to retreat with a gasp and a faint few trickles of sweat rolling down his brow. Delia could feel his essence, strong and vital, right under his skin waiting to be claimed, and other hungers were waking up and starting to make themselves known. Her tongue, her stomach, her soul all cried out to claim the guard while she could, but... no. There were... tactical considerations to be had. She would stay strong.<br/><br/>Though the guard briefly looks rebellious at the idea of going into the cell, he quickly stifles it- after all, being alone with this woman was what he wanted, wasn't it? Pleasures nobody had experienced... his hands nestle into the small of Delia's back, holding her close and squeezing the succubus as if he's still having trouble believing she's real. "Um... sure... sure, okay..." he says- and then gasps as he feels fingertips on his shaft. It's simple for her to maneuver him into the cell first- and as soon as he does, Xarius springs into action, closing and locking the door. "Wait- what? I don't understand!" The guard says, plaintively... but a little muffled from the magical field. Still, despite leaving the guard horny, mostly naked, and alone in a cell, the two escapees now had his gear and keys.<br/><br/>[[Additional loot- a set of Masterwork chainmail! Sorry about the brevity/tardiness, still not quite over this flu...]]