Delia smirked at the drow's little jab, and subsequent attempt at flattery. Really, he had about the gist of it - she was not a 'card player' as it were. Oh, she could lie, cheat, and connive her way into and out of just about anything, but her poker face was a little more open than one might expect "Hmm-hmm...you're likely right. I'd rather just have my opponent give me his money, though, if we're playing cards. Each to their own strength, mmm?" It was...difficult, to say the least, pulling herself away from the now-unchained drow. It was the second time she'd let what could have easily been a meal slip right through her fingers, after having tasted them both. Really, she wasn't sure who was getting teased more - herself, or the drow. Though he'd been chained for who knows how many days in the dank, dark confines of the ship, there was still a certain...flavor that made her mouth water. So much, in fact, that she decided to step back out of the room at Xarius' behest, sighing pleasantly when the anti-magic field once more releases it's grip upon her senses. It was difficult enough to control herself without the stupid magical field further dulling her senses.<br/><br/>The delicate click of the chains dropping fully away from the drow draws a little flicker from one of Delia's long, pointed ears, though she doesn't turn back to investigate, choosing instead to simply post herself just outside his cell, arms crossed over her chest, waiting patiently for him to collect himself and exit his temporary home. It really had been a somewhat flattering remark - 'big bad demon', however he'd actually intended the words to be taken.<br/><br/>When he finally slides out of the cell and moves over to the desk to find an improvised weapon, Delia watches him with a coy little smirk. Every ounce of her being wanted to charm him, to bring him under her thrall, make a willing puppet out of him that she could use to escape...but, much as she'd decided with Xarius, there was simply too much at stake, and she was a little too weak to risk it. Not to mention...if she ended up earning their trust without having to play with their minds, they'd be more likely to help her in the long run, and who knew just how long they'd actually end up stuck on this ship if they did take it over.<br/><br/>Rather than comment on his rummaging, Delia turns her attention to Xarius when he exits the cell as well, a faint little smile creasing her lips "Mmh. Keep watch? Of course. Sides, if she's a particularly irate centaur, I don't feel like getting a hoof in my delicate...um, everything. Go ahead, sweetie. I'll wait out here."<br/><br/>Even so, when the door swings open, the curiosity of seeing the centaur does get the better of her, and - standing upon her tippytoes to see past the catboy and drow who largely blocked the door - Delia peers into the room with curious eyes, actually brightening a little at the sight of the chained horse-woman. Well. That made three bodies that stood between her and adversity if they were discovered...assuming, of course, the centaur could be trusted. Then again, all of them were working off faith at the moment, and that's really all they had to go on "Ah. Well, poor dear. Looks like you hurt your leg." Shuffling her wings a little, Delia gives Xarius a little, playful pinch on the midsection of his tail, her voice dropping to a low, playful whisper that's just loud enough for him and the drow to hear "Well. She's a big one. Glad you volunteered to go in there. I'll take up your offer and stay right out here. Where it's safe."<br/><br/>"So, we're breaking out of here." Delia says simply, leaning against the wall outside the door that contained the centaur "I assume you want to get out of here with us. Let's work together and make it happen, mm? And, if you promise not to go jerking around and kick me, I'll heal up that nasty looking mark on your leg, too. Just...be silent. We can't let them know we're here yet. Not till we can find a reliable way up onto the top of the deck."