<em>Reaver smiles at this, kissing Atelia back as she murmurs softly.<br/><br/>"Well, I don't know... Unless I'm mistaken, you've had Bonesaw the longest, and he still needs a lot of work... But thank you... you could have made us slaves, like most fiendbinders do, but instead, you tried to treat us as friends. And, more than anything, you genuinely cared. Thank you."<br/><br/>The devil's soft lips press against Atelia's eyes as she drinks the tears, licking the salty paths from the archivist's face, smiling gently.<br/><br/>"Mmm... I'd suppose it'd be best if you did that first. I expect they won't be done just yet, and I want to finish tidying the kitchen up before going to the main hallway between here and the bedroom."<br/><br/>With a final kiss on the lips, tender and light as an angel's feather, Reaver lets go of the smaller girl, responding to her question with a shrug and a small smile.<br/><br/>"I like it... but I'm not sure I enjoy quite the familiarity with it that the succubi do on a regular basis."</em>