((He... failed the opposed charisma check. By a lot.))<br/><br/>The guard's eyes darted around, failing to catch Xarius still lingering inside the cell letting his demonic 'friend' take the lead in neutralizing at least this first thread. There's no relief there for his sense of duty to light onto as the succubus slowly advances on him, and he backs up until he bumps into his desk with a startling thump and rattle of an inkwell threatening but failing to tip over. "Y-yeah, beat you," the guard stutters, even as his eyes are drawn from the succubus's lips down her body... and then back up, focusing on her chest with occasional glances back up to Delia's eyes. "You're, you're out of your cell, and if anyone but me sees you, it'll be bad! They'll go get the captain and the guard captain and the ship's mage, and- oh...." He trails off, watching as if hypnotized as the succubus as she approaches, gaze flitting to her demonic features and nervously licking his lips. Finally, she steps up to him, and the guard gasps in startled surprise.<br/><br/>When put to the question, he says hastily, "N-no! I'd hate for- it'd be wrong to see you hurt," despite his duty to do just that. Startled by the frankness of the succubus's approach, he flushes a deep red from neck to cheekbones, licking his lips again in desperate nervousness. Truth be told, by the time the succubus's fingers reached down her prey was already emphatically erect. Under other circumstances, this guard might have been fun to... play with for a little longer, savor, take her time with and enjoy. He<span style="font-style: italic">smelled</span>innocent, perhaps not in the literal sense but by the succubus's own standards. Tall and muscular with a tan, he had the kind of healthy, strong body a lifetime growing up on a farm and then a year's rough drill in the army could do. As her hands travel upward, she can feel under his armor the muscles that might have swung a sword into her neck, or might give her a strong steed to ride, or might just be urgently needed nutrition after a long time without. Looking into his pale, sun-washed blue eyes, though, the first of those isn't any longer a possibility- he's in her thrall. Not completely, perhaps, but so far submerged in her charms that it would take a grievous mistake to let him escape.<br/><br/>Hypnotized, he mumbles, "Well... nobody's supposed to come in here, not until the shift changes in an hour... I guess if we're done by then, and- and you really want it, then it's not- it's not wrong, is it?" He asks with almost pathetic need to be validated. Still staring with naked need into Delia's eyes, he starts slowly pulling his armor off, piece by piece, not taking his gaze off the woman he's half-convinced is a lurid daydream yet. Under his armor, there's just a slightly stained cotton shirt and trousers- unbidden, he pulls those off as well, stripping himself wholly naked in the succubus's embrace. Gaze traveling up and down Delia's body as if still not believing it, he awkwardly rests his hands on the succubus's shoulders and leans forward to give her a kiss, lips tasting just a bit of stale wine.