Her words were both flattery and nails that dug deep against his own pride. He felt so ashamed of himself, but would never display it. Never actually show one thing such as a blush. Resignation had taken the place of the shame even before she had come to him. At first, he had actually thought the demoness' hands would sooner rather than later find their way down his groin - as it was just the way they worked. Succubus had a predictable way of acting - to seduce, to use and then discard. You could always enjoy the first two ones, but the third and it's repercursions were usually... not what you'd sign up for when you first feel their warm touch.<br/><br/>Make him presentable? What could that mean? M'Gul tried to put his bone-thick head to work. He was being prepared to something, and her undertone kinda make him notice that something should be quite... important. Maybe a meaning to why he was captured in the first place. Her following sentence certainly displayed some more interesting information about his standing. She knew him. Or at least had heard enough of his work and duty down the Third Layers. Quite an enforcer indeed. He showed her his blocky teeth on a weak mimicking of a grin - his bovine features not trully helping him on that regard, his facial expressions quite bizarre compared to other more... humanoid beings.<br/><br/>Had she admired his work upon the damned souls of the once-living? M'Gul had to admit he loved his job. His tasks were to oversee other minotaurs and some other punishment dealers whose kind was unameable by his lips. He nodded once her hand reached up his horn. His head was mostly bound of all his motion-able members. He reached against her with an arm, but it was too bound for him to reach her at all. His awnser was a dangerously bass growl, that denounced that M'Gul both felt the caressing hand... and that it was easying his senses. The caress was soothing in a sense. It felt strange, but it wasn't bad. Wasn't as pleasant as if her hand had been pumping up and down elsewhere along his body, but... it was... interesting.<br/><br/>But weird. Quite so. The Bull of a man looked down on her curiously. It was not what he had expected of her. What was she doing? Exploring his features, yes, but not in a way one bound to a succubus would have hoped. What sort of wicked tempo was burning on her mind to do?