Krathen looked up from his sex toy, tossing her aside as Anastasia walked into the room. He smirked at her words, chuckling lightly. "Arriving late to the battle of Outlook and then hibernating for a week. Be careful Anastasia, lest you acquire a reputation as a slacker." he teased playfully. As Anastasia walked into the room, she would quickly realize that 'building up an immunity' to his aura was impossible. Learning to maintain one's composure under the effects of his lust-inducing aura was one thing, but it was impossible to reduce the effectiveness of it, and thanks to the time he had spent nailing the elven girl now lying drooling on the floor, the war room was practically saturated with his lust. "Well, now that you are awake, you may as well make yourself useful. We were just discussing our plan of action for the coming battle."<br/><br/>Krathen then turned to Nehar'Ghul. "I don't believe the two of you have met, but I'm sure you have probably heard of Nehar'Ghul, the Deceiver of Kings. He is my new general, a promotion that has been long overdue. My old friend, this is Anastasia, one of the few fey to join our cause, and an accomplished necromancer. I'm sure the two of you will get along quite nicely." he purred, eyeing the gorgeous fairy lustfully, his aura now slowly beginning to concentrate on her. As enjoyable as the elven bitch had been, she was not nearly as enticing as the supple creature Krathen's eyes now fixed upon. When last he had caught sight of Anastasia, the Demon Lord had his consort and daughter to attend to. Now that there was nothing to distract him, she would find his attentions slowly harder to bear, as his aura continued to slowly focus on her.