Azric marveled at her costume change.  She could have probably worn a burlap sack and made it look good.<br/><br/>“Well, as much as I'd like to have you in my bed, I'm not sure how good of an idea that would be.  You have this..effect on me...which probably means that sort of close contact with you on a prolonged basis wouldn't be healthy.  At least for me.  Unless of course you can turn that ability of yours off.  I'm just afraid I wouldn't get much sleep.”<br/><br/>The truth was, he couldn't wait to give her a spin in the sack.  Imagine having sex with a succubus and living to tell the tale.  No human women would likely ever be sufficient again.  Granted, he'd never actually had a succubus.  But if even half of the stories were true.<br/><br/>He sat at the kitchen table and watched her work.  She seemed to be an expert, and her ability to summon fresh herbs out of thin air was definitely useful.<br/><br/>“So....I have to ask...does it make you angry at all that you've been summoned to be a servant?  I would think you'd rather be out there causing people to sin and taking their souls.  I just expected you to be a bit more...evil?  Demonic?  You seem almost like the girl next door.”