Behind the succubus, the guard's pounding on the door gets fainter as she ducks into the cell, another anti-magic field dulling her senses in a familiar and unwelcome way. The drow looks up at the succubus and smiles thinly, though he has enough will-power (or lack of interest) to keep his eyes on Delia's face and only drifting down once to her chest. Delia gets the feeling that he's sizing her up as a threat, not a lover, despite being heavily bound. With another lopsided grin, "I can swim, but I think if I tried to swim that long I'd just make some mermaid very happy. So, since I'm pretty sure there weren't any of your kind aboard as staff, you're a prisoner, and... hmm. Infernal? Did you enslave that guard?" He nods at Xarius. "If so, well done, but he was stupid to let you get that close. Almost as stupid as if someone had given me a knife, which they were rude enough to not do. It's shameful, the lack of courtesy these prison guards have, don't you agree?"<br/><br/>He talks like an educated, cultured man, though there's a flat wariness in his bright eyes and a caution in the set of his face that proclaims the bonhomie to be a shallow cloak over other feelings. "I'd be much obliged if you'd let me go. I came aboard with another prisoner, a rather... excitable woman in the cell next to mine who might be quite helpful. And, I expect, she'd be able to trade notes with you about her culinary desires with much more assurance than I would." Rattling his chains a little, he adds, "As far as what I can do- well, I can offer you a safe port to go to and if there's a dagger on offer you'd be surprised what I can do. Not, though, as surprised as a few guards will be, hmm?"<br/><br/>Right about then, there's a loud *CRACK* from the cell next door, and the wall next to the drow buckles a quarter inch or so inwards; he doesn't seem particularly worried, though. "That would be her. I see she managed to rip a leg free. I hope she didn't injure herself."