There's a shuffling sound in the cell next door, and Delia even thinks she hears a muffled obscenity, but a second kick doesn't come yet. "Devilish good looks, but traveling with a demon. An interesting little pun, if you intended it that way," the drow says coolly. "And you wouldn't have been the first guard to take out their frustrations on my face. I heal quickly, though." Shifting his weight a few inches away from the dented wall, he adds, "Anything that lets me move around quietly and can be stuck between ribs I'll take, frankly, but if you only have the one weapon for now then I'll just have to get by with my teeth, yes? Anyway, my neighbor and I were taken aboard at the same time. Lovely woman. Don't make any jokes about saddles- she's a centaur, you see- she gets unreasonable, and the last time she got unreasonable she kicked a guard off a gangplank while we were loading. While being heavily chained. I was impressed, and decided to not go out of my way to annoy her." Raising his manacled hands a bit, he adds, "If you're liberating this ship, of course I'll be happy to work with you. There are a few other prisoners besides the centaur and I. I'll even guide you to a port where you can disappear- and not into, say, me or my neighbor, but into a crowd." He smiles thinly at his little wit.<br/><br/>The drow continues smiling faintly at the succubus's apparent discomfiture. "It's bad practice to let yourself show surprise, madam. I advise not playing cards for money." Relaxing as the succubus approaches, he follows her with his eys, relaxed and amused. "Any demon is someone I'd prefer not to be on the bad side of when chained up. Given that, why not treat you as though you were a 'big bad demon'? If I'm wrong, you're flattered, and if I'm right, I was appropriately respectful. There's little downside in not treating your enemies with the utmost courtesy and respect right up until the moment you can't. Not, of course, that I consider you an enemy, but..." he shrugs. He doesn't visibly react when Delia leans down towards him, but Xarius can see his eyes widen just a fraction when he feels the warm tongue trace over his ear. Bringing as it does the rich, familiar flavor of an elf with additional sweet overtones of the less-familiar drow subspecies, Delia's stomach rumbles eagerly despite its master's intentions. The drow sniffs a little and says, affecting boredom, "That seems to be an equitable deal."