[ It's fine, Cassy.  If it's not obvious, I tend to play more serious characters, so having someone to play the straight-man for is more than a little fun when it comes up. ]<br/><br/>Looking back and forth between the members of the other group, Phylia could see them slowly coming around to her proposal.  "No, not to the touch, and I can be as safe as water inside me if I want to - it's what I'm mostly made of, as far as I can tell."  Watching Eurikova make her way across the surface of the lava with no ill effects draws a disbelieving look from her at first, but Phylia just shakes her head a second later.  "Well, I certainly wouldn't have believed that something like that was possible if I hadn't seen it myself.  Of course, I'm not without my own abilities, but then again anyone who thinks that a trek through the Underdark is anything but suicide would be capable of some unusual things."<br/><br/>[ Rolling this one first, as it'll determine whether or not I need to roll damage ]<br/>[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/371207">Drain Soul roll</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+20</span><span style="font-weight: bold">26</span>-> Once again barely passes, but that's the third in a row so Drain Soul successfully triggers ]<br/><br/>Aviana's question about whether or not anyone particularly 'entices' her comes at precisely the same time as Phylia finally manages to worm her way into the deepest part of her meal, and seize hold of the spark contained there.  A sudden thrust stretches her catch even wider, and Phylia gently but insistently pulls her prize free, the bulge travelling down what's left of the firewoman's body until it's tugged free.  The small twinkle of light is held in a little bubble within Phylia's body, and it travels upward until it joins with the only truly solid part of Phylia's body, a dark lump floating in her chest approximately where a heart would be.  Shuddering as she feels the telltale tingle of energy start to spread through her, it takes her a few moments to recover.  "Sorry about that, just finishing up with this one here.  As for enticing me...well, yes.  As I said, while anything organic can sustain me, there's a world of difference between sustenance and enjoyment."  Looking past her, Phylia grins at Miku.  "However, there are plenty of ways one can 'enjoy' someone else while ensuring that the activity can be enjoyed again, particularly if your offer of more water is still available - and yes, that did feel rather good, thank you!"<br/><br/>Taking Aviana's offered hand almost delicately, Phylia's eyes roll back a little when she does, as she can taste just what the baked-on coating has done to her body.  Not ever having experienced what the combination of glazing and baking a still-living individual could do, she can't help but entirely encapsulate Aviana's hand in her own almost as soon as their fingers touch.  It's not until she's slid up halfway to her elbow that she realizes what she's doing, and Phylia pulls back almost violently, her face going an odd blue-pink hue.  Notably, everywhere that she had touched has been quite thoroughly cleaned of the sticky coating.  "S-sorry.  I, uh, think that in your current state you're a little<span style="font-style: italic">too</span>enticing.  That being said..."  Turning to Eurikova, Phylia has a bit of a embarrased grin on her face.  "Was your offer across still open?"