"A good one to serve," Garth replies to Xarius with a grave nod. "And while I agree, those who are guilty of, for example, petty theft generally do not merit the expense of sending them all the way out here. We are the ones the Empire considers peculiarly dangerous." As they walk out into the crowded hall, his reaction to the succubus is one of thin-lipped dismay. Delia's joke about him meaning the centaur draws a quiet "Hardly, demoness. Even though expediency may keep our bodies and souls safe from your appetite for now, in the end you will of course obey your infernal nature." The half-orc stands rigidly against the wall, his small tusks protruding stubbornly and with his muscled, bare arms crossed in front of his chest. "I cannot blame those who cannot help themselves due to their nature, but nor can I expect anything but the worst from them either." The other priest states this as though it were a simple fact of life, keeping wary eyes on Delia as she teases and moves around the others.<br/><br/>Aron also tries to keep his distance, in a much less confrontational way; when Delia approaches him directly, though, he doesn't quail. Instead, his ear flicks a few times after Delia touches it in a reflexive action. "I suppose you can be quite gentle when you wish, dear woman, but the flipside of that is that you can be the opposite of gentle when you wish to be as well." He only takes one glance at the succubus's cleavage, displayed to great effect even in the rags the prisoners all wear. "Forgive me if I'm not enthusiastic about finding out which wish is which- I had a long and profitable career never dealing with the sacred or profane." Shifting position, he adds, "Though I too hardly qualify for sainthood- being a hired killer, among other things, disqualifies one for that status." Garth twitches as if bit by a bug at that brash admission. The drow continues, "Still, there are other, more important things to talk about, no?"<br/><br/>Continuing to rub her wrists, Mona inclines her head to Xarius. "I suppose burning it to the waterline wouldn't be wise," she says with a slight grin, "As much as I'm tempted to let loose after being chained up. While we would be free if we were bobbing in the ocean, it would be the freedom to be eaten by a passing mermaid or shark instead of the kind we want. I'll keep hold of my urge to fling fireballs at anyone who gets in the way, but... the fire's in my blood. I do have some things I can do that don't involve the flames, though not as many as I'd like." She leaves the cell without a second look backwards. "And the Empire is tolerant about some things, but very decidedly intolerant of anything they decide is a threat to them, as most of us have I expect found out. Those I worship are not disposed to get along with those who rule the Empire-" At that, Garth looks hard at the redheaded woman, and takes naother slow half-step backwards. "-so I can hardly blame them for wanting a herald of theirs far, far away. I'd have just killed me, were I them, though that doesn't have many fears for me," she says offhand. "A succubus? Pity it's a demon and not a devil, I could do a bit of work with the latter," she says before catching Delia's eye and nodding. "Yes. I can sense it. Well met, distant cousin," Mona adds with a nod. Seeing her face, she continues, "My magic is so innate to my blood, their counterspells had some difficulty stopping it when I was willing to use all my strength. Hence the... additional bindings. If they hadn't, we'd have sunk in harbor." as she gets closer, Delia can perceive another scent from the redheaded human. Not quite familiar, but at once a spicy, heady aroma that is right on the edge of familiarity.<br/><br/>As Delia leaves the centaur's side, she can just barely feel the centaur's essence- not directly, but as a loss of internal warmth as she steps away, not consciously noticing it until she was gone. Vital indeed- it's almost enough by itself to make her neglected stomach growl. Not knowing the effect she has, Chira keeps her eyes first on Xarius and then on Delia while they speak, and nods. "Even without armor, it will take a lot to cripple me. I should go first in whatever attack we plan, and let others take care of who I trample." The drow adds, "We do have two exits- one up that ladder to the deck, and the main door. Clearly, our equine friend can't make it up to the deck, so at least our main attack must stay on this level, but we could split off somewhat to make sure we can't be taken in the rear-" He gives Delia a raised eyebrow and pauses for a few seconds, in case any jokes are coming.