Watching the cell door swing shut on her dinner was about the hardest thing she'd had to do in a long, long while.  Oh, sure, it was difficult being locked away in a cell away from others, it was difficult trying to subside on the 'normal' food they gave her when her body and soul craved so much more. Nothing, though, could quite compare to the overwhelming NEED to stuff the handsome human down her throat and enjoy his fading struggles as he gave her body some much-needed nourishment. Mmm, that vitality, that youth, that lust...she could still taste it, long after the door had swung shut, and for a few seconds Delia very seriously considers reopening the door, stepping inside, and enclosing herself again with the unfortunate man whom she so very badly wanted to devour. Sure, it would effectively end her chances of breaking out of this place, but at least she'd be FULL for a while!<br/><br/>Still...as hungry as she was, and as TASTY as he was...she knew it was in her best interest to remain unfed, at least for the moment. Just long enough for them to figure out what the best method of escape was and utilize it. Who knew - maybe she could snag a snack as they slipped over the side of the ship. It's nothing short of a monumental effort to pull her gaze away from the shut and locked door, but with a sigh, Delia focuses her gaze upon Xarius "Mmf. Y-yeah. Easy. Feh." Swirling her fingertip around her belly button, Delia takes a few seconds to admire Xarius' new armor. It was something, at least, and really that was more than she expected. Plus, his offer of 'making it up to her' did tickle her fancy a bit. What, did he intend to crawl down her throat? Fill the void left there by the caged guardsman? The thought did make her lick her lips, leaving them glistening in the faint, flickering lights of the torches "...Yeah. We can...make it up later. For now, let's see about those prisoners..."<br/><br/>Delia was no fool. Trying to trust a group of prisoners - degenerates whom were contained for who knows what reasons - was a thin edge to be standing on. Still, there was always the chance that a few of them would be willing to work towards their freedom, and a common goal could unite even the most unsavory of individuals. Or, the most unlikely, as seemed to be the case between her and the paladin.<br/><br/>It's with such thoughts that, when the door is opened, she slips beside Xarius and steps into the cell, giving the drow an appraising look. Dark elf. Who knew what he'd been snagged for. Tailing along his statement, Delia gives a wry little smile, her glowing red eyes alighting upon the drow's own "Only if 'Here' is the middle of the ocean, and you intend to take a nice swim. Hmm-hmm...hello there. You look awfully comfy in those chains. Course, I like to imagine you'd be even more comfy out of them."  Without a hint of shame, Delia leans forwards to show off the gratuitous amount of cleavage visible beneath the torn and tattered fragments of the rags she wore. It left little to the imagination, and even less when she squeezes her arms together on either side of her breasts, making those pillows of flesh almost bubble up out of the top that desperately strains to contain them "...that's something we can make happen, if you work with us. I'm not particularly enjoying my accommodations on the ship, and my dining experience has been atrocious! Seems like that's something we need to fix, mmm? Plenty of prisoners down here, and only so many guards..."<br/><br/>Somewhat a lie. She only knew the vaguest idea of guard numbers and 'problematic individuals' she'd gleaned from talking with the charmed guard. Still, that was better than nothing.