Silet's predatory grin widened at the dragoon's gaze, feeling it run over her body like ice.  The silver's cheeks were flush with colour, her body taking her places her troubled face showed she didn't want to go.  She could already tell being around her would be quite fun.  Deciding to belay commenting on this, she instead turned to the rogue's words, pouting at the tone.<br/><br/>"Now, now, there's no need to resort to violence," she tried calming the rogue, "we can get to whatever you were looking for just now a little later.  In the meantime, however, we'll need to watch out for..." She was interrupted by the sounds of clashing armor rising from the stairwell, along with a steady chant.<br/><br/>"Hmph.  Sounds like they're here for you two," Silet lamented, "I would hate to deprive you of your hosts.  Oh, but how rude would it be of me to sit by and let you do all the work?"  The succubus strode toward the bed, resting her rear on the foot of the bed.  "If you think you can keep your eyes on these brutes, and off me," Silet goaded to the dragoon, "keep them occupied for a moment.  They are naught but ash, just too dense to know it."  Figuring they still had enough time, Silet beckoned both dragons closer with an outstretched hand.  "I can help you hold them off, so long as neither of you get plane-sick."