Valspan would give his usual response to the succubus, though for a different reason. "Alas Great One, I can not, for unlike you and your Hanaryuu consort, I do not have an infinite stomach and I am quite full." He lied. It wasn't something he was required to do often, but he remembered how, certainly.  Being honest, and Spectra could no doubt detect the emotion from every fibre of his vine twitching across the deck at her approac; he feared her more than he respected her. She was a demon, an agent of the purest form of spiritual corruption, and powerful enough to rival gods or the Goada Tree itself. Even if she claimed to have turned over a different leaf, the proof that she was not all that much different from her soul stealing sisters was in her actions, in corrupting his fellow plant-being almost beyond recognition, and in her constant attempts at enticing Sin into her alluring embrace. He didn't fear falling under her influence, he was certain he could avoid contracting whatever mental disease compelled Barusa to give her soul to one who wasn't her creator. Rather, he feared angering this powerful creature, far more than any other, because she could do far more than kill him. As one who had already been slain and reincarnated by a powerful entity, happy or not with his current arrangements, Valspan knew better than to anger someone who was capable of manipulating the soul as Spectra was.<br/><br/>Currently though, he was simply trying to keep his meals to himself. Spectra was no doubt attracted to the trio's ever present stream of despair, confused sexual gratification, and general pliability. If he let the succubus inside him, he'd no doubt lose his meals to her in minutes, and he was not willing to give them up again. He'd already done that more often than he cared to.<br/><br/>He decided to try and deflect her attention by asking something that had bothered him slightly about the battle, "Why did you pervade the ship with an aura of blood lust during the battle? Are you concerned the God of Thieves will steal Sin from you?" He wasn't able to sense the Maker, Arcadia, but he could sense her influence on the battle, especially in his own soul. He had attributed the affects to Spectra, which only heightened his distrust for her.