She could not be more messed up. He grinned, showing off his massive, blocky, yellowed teeth. His breath was not particularly pleasant either, but it had been some time since he had ended up feasting anywhere. A minotaur was a glutton in every sense of the word – be it foodstuffs or pleasure, the craving for more was something embedded and hardcoded into their very souls.<br/><br/><strong>“Some awnsers hold terrible things.”</strong>, he went on. It was time to end the ploy. He could just shush it up and not deign himself to offer her another word, but right now she would not that he spoke. Maybe she would cease being reckless, but the succubus seemed much more like the bored sort of infernal bureaucrat, simpleton demons whose task was not nearly as interesting or as pleasing as others. Like M’Gul’s. Or maybe hers. He could not know just yet.<strong>“Foolish girl. You ought to know.”,</strong>he growled.<strong> “Ignorance is a blessing.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“Most of the times.”</strong>, he grinned as he strained against the chains again. This time, however, he moved strongly against it .The bindings around his left arm held true, but against his right one, the fiercer one, he felt the chains straining terribly almost to the point of cutting against his thick hide.<br/><br/>Her last stroke had him uttering a softer grunt. Damn. He was starting to appreciate her caresses. Between his legs, his bullhood had just started to grow and swell under her attention, and yet now she moved away. Denial. What delicious sort of torture.  He growled his displeasure at her moving away, trying to dart against her – but the hellfire chains held him true. It was no use, so far. Maybe after many months of stretching they could weaken up.<br/><br/><strong>“…I shall tell you, succubus.”</strong>, he grunted.<strong>“I shall tell you all. Everything.”</strong>, he nodded, but then, grinned. His eyes stared up against hers for long moments, the large, dark orbs that made up them burning with a inner fire. She was genuinely interested to hearing his accounts first handedly. Maybe he should make use of her curiosity, and try to bargain?<strong>“But to everything there is a purpose, and a price.”</strong>He grunted bluntly.<strong> “…Resume your… caresses… and I shall narrate it all.”</strong>The demand was clear in his tone. Not a minotaur’s way to be stealthy, even in conversations. Not truly politic of him.<br/>