Ty twitched and squirmed, squeaking and occasionally moaning as Charon's tongue strolled over her. "Ew... Er, no; I'm sure there's something I could do out here'd be more useful," she spluttered.<br/><br/>It was difficult to say whether the daemon had a soul, exactly. Certainly it seemed different from what most real entities would expect. But the set of tastes it brought to the table were unique, and better for it; further, Charon could recognize definite undertones of fury, depression, boredom and desire; she might not be as dark as some members of Charon's court, but her long imprisonment, and ths centuries of bored whimsicality before that, had given her more than her fair share of darkness.