Another little flame of anger welled up in Delia at the mage's emboldened remark. Yet, it was quickly quenched by another thought - they'd won. Even if the mage didn't tell her any more, there were others who might know. Others involved in her own capture and subsequent exile to the mines - they would likely be every bit as knowledgeable about the reason she was here, if not moreso. Then again, the poor human woman had plenty of time to think it over - her stomach only digested 'so fast', and even as hungry as she was, it would be some hours before she was digested beyond the point of conversation. Let her stew in stomach acids for a little while, THEN she might be a little more vocal, especially when offered the same deal - give information, avoid getting added to her bustline.<br/><br/>It was, at least for the moment, a mild inconvenience, and though it would be easy enough for Delia to dwell on it, there were far more 'fun' moments to be had in the present. No, she could deal with the mage later. Even if her stomach was far more content with dealing with the woman DURING her little playtime.<br/><br/>The little 'game' with Aron proved to be an amusing enough distraction. It was frustrating in it's own way - it should have been childsplay to get a good hold on the soul of her dark-elf plaything, and yet it was anything but. Oh, she'd experienced slippery souls in the past, and it was easy enough to see she was...weakened, for lack of a better term, but at times, Aron's soul might as well have been water through her fingertips at times, and yet, the more she toyed with it, the more engrossed in their little game she became.<br/><br/>It helped that the taste of sin upon him was thick, adding a sort of spicy aftertaste that left her eyes fluttering in delight. The origin of the soul meant little to her - all had their own unique flavor. The soft, almost 'creamy' taste of purity of one who'd lived their life in service of good was absolutely delicious, as was that delightful tinge of fear when their eternal soul was ripped from whatever afterlife they might have earned to feed and strengthen a succubus. The more vile, sin-filled souls tended to be every bit as tempting, more thick and spicy, and yet every bit as filling. Though she could not quite put her finger on it, and of course had not been able to ask after her particular 'method', she had a feeling some of them even liked it. Maybe not loved, but more than a few had been...almost enthusiastic during her lifetime.<br/><br/>"See, that's not so bad, is it--" The soft, cooing words silence themselves as Delia feels the little knife press up against her inner thigh. For a split second, she shifts her attention from Aron to the little blade, eyes widening in silent surprise. Then, she laughs, a soft, lilting laugh that seems to come right from her humor "Hahaha...smart. Well, I guess I should have expected nothing less. If you poke me with that thing, though..." Shifting her attention from the blade back to Aron, Delia lightly digs a fingernail into Aron's soul. It didn't...'hurt', per se, but it sent a little ripple throughout the shadowy, blue 'image' of the drow that made the hair on his neck stand on end "....I'll be real upset."<br/><br/>Delia soft, warm lips immediately replace her finger, a gentle kiss soothing the 'upset' part of Aron's being. It felt amazing, like a tingle that started in the drow's subconscious and only eventually spread to his body "Besides.." She continues, kissing further downwards on the 'image's' midsection "You really don't want to get me too excited when I do this...I might make a...mistake."<br/><br/>The sensation of Delia's lips trailing downwards along Aron's soul was like something out of a dream, the 'feeling' of those soft, enticing lips starting in the drow's very essence, and some seconds later spreading to his body with every bit as much clarity, if not moreso. There was something entirely different about simply the touch of skin on skin, and the touch of the infernal on his very essence...and even in her weakened state, none could say she was 'unskilled'. Stopping just above the shadowy outline of Aron's crotch, Delia eases her fingertips downwards along his stomach, only to slide them around his shaft, gripping it softly. As much trouble as she'd had actually 'capturing' his soul before, it seems as though - at least now, be it through concentration or simply doing as she'd done before - her fingertips manage a firm enough hold on the more sexual parts of the drow's soul.<br/><br/>"You might feel a little drained after this. Don't worry. You'll recover. And I promise you - you'll never forget this moment. A little...'thank you' for making our job all the easier." Easing her head downwards, Delia pushes the bluish 'shaft' upwards, angling it towards her lips...and without so much as another word,  eases her tongue outwards, running the very tip of it over the full head of the drow's soul's shaft. It was like a lightning bolt striking, the sudden surge of pleasurable sensation shooting through Aron's being in an electric arc, and some seconds later finally reaching his body - and he could feel both with absolute clarity. She had questions for the Drow, his age, what he'd done...but none of that mattered right now, in that moment. Groaning softly in delight at the flavor of the drow's eternal being, Delia eases the head of his shaft completely between her lips, suckling on it softly, her free hand reaching over to lightly trail her nails across the skin of Aron's body. It was not quite as intense, but did leave a sort of strange, faraway 'touch' that made goosebumps unwillingly pop up along his arms and legs.<br/><br/>It was a dangerous little 'game', but at least for now, it seems Delia was far more interested in saying 'thank you' in her own special way, than devouring the delectable soul that had so willingly went to bed with her.