When Xarius steps into her cell, Delia felt a little shiver of excitement course through her body. It was not only the feeling of not being alone anymore - that was nice in and of itself, admittedly - but she could smell his vitality, his youth. Lifting a finger seductively to her lip, she lightly suckles upon the tip, her faintly glowing red eyes slowly roaming across his body, getting a good look at him. The clothing they'd left him in was tattered and a little on the ratty side, allowing her a good look at more of him than she would have normally gotten in more civil circumstances. The sight was an enticing one, to say the least. He looked young, and even a little on the malnourished side from the stuff they'd been feeding him, he stilled looked stronged, looked lithe and agile, had a cute face, twitching ears that she could just lick forever...and a tail just long enough to be slurped up like a long, succulent, furry noodle when she was done with him. I made her heart beat in excitement, in desire. Dare she just jump upon him? Just stuff him down her throat - it seemed fitting, right? After all, he HAD been the one to get her into this predicament in the first place.<br/><br/>...Yet....<br/><br/>There also was the point that he was here on the ship, the same predicament as her. He was, what...some kinda member of a holy church? She could SMELL the good on him...but, that also meant he was likely someone who could be trusted. Someone who wouldn't end up turning on her, if for no other reason than to appeal to his own sense of justice. After all, she might be a demon...but one pulled unfairly from her realm, imprisoned simply because of what she was...and all because HIS summoning went wrong.<br/><br/>Biting her fingertip, Delia weighs the options in her head, even as she takes a few seconds to give him another good looking over. She COULD eat him...or she could use him, let him help her escape...and from there, who knew. Listening to him, Delia couldn't help but smile - well, he was certainly a confident and witty man, wasn't he? Mm...well, as delicious as he might be, he'd be of no use to her as a little more padding on her chest...no, not when he could very well help her escape the blasted ship.<br/><br/>"Haha...well, yes. A stroke of luck, but...open it is." Her voice was as smooth as silk, both sweet and sensual at the same time. It was hard to imagine it belonged to a demon at all, every syllable dripping with a sort of 'desire', yet had a gentle, almost bubbly undertone to it that left any who listened wanting a little more "Mm...and yes, my name is Delia. Xarius, I know. You're the one who summoned me to this dreadful place..." There a little pout in her voice, but the smile on her soft, peachy-colored lips remains "And, as exciting as it might be mining for silver...no, it's not particularly what I wish to do with my time in this realm. After all, there's so much more out there. Fine food...comfortable beds...delicious wines...and yes, the first obstacle is that little man sitting just outside..."<br/><br/>Gazing into Xarius' eyes, she could practically SEE his efforts to keep from glancing down at her breasts, to focus his attentions upon her face. As most succubi were, she was indeed quite a spectacle - her ears, long and pointed like and elf's, added a sort of exoticness to her features that only further enhanced her beauty. Her eyes, glowing pools of red, seemed so intense, yet to calming and seductive at the same time, and no doubt once she'd gotten into a little light, the sinister light to them would fade. Her facial features were slight and pretty, pampered and soft, every bit as lovely as one might expect of his thoughts - a princess or some other type of pampered royalty. Her hair, even a little unkempt after so long without proper access to things to care for it, was still long and red, hanging in loose curls around her shoulders and along her back, ending just above her wings. Even her lips were pretty, soft and just pouty enough to be attractive, without being overstated "As for the man outside..."<br/><br/>In a single, smooth step, Delia closes the distance between herself and Xarius, pressing the very breasts he'd been avoiding gazing upon tightly against his chest. Her own clothing was ragged and tattered, just enough to keep her somewhat covered...and it was all too easy to feel all the better details of those breasts, just barely contained within "Well...I'm sure I can talk him into just giving us the keys ,if he has any. Likely that sword and shield, too. Of course, in order to do that..."<br/><br/><br/>The gentle crackle of muscle and shuffle of unused leather announced the unfolding of her wings, wings that softly flicker forwards around Xarius' body to embrace him in a hug, even whilst her own hands were placed upon his chest "...I'll need a kiss from you, mmm? Just one...small...kiss...and I can see about getting us out of here. I'll lure him away, and we can see what he knows...maybe even free some of the other prisoners to help us with our daring escape, Mmm? Just one...small kiss from the handsome catboy, mm?"