<em>The information she remembers on Rosier is somewhat vague. The Dukes, after all, are less prominent than their masters, the Lords of the Nine, and, thus, information on them is much rarer. She does seem able to recall, however, that Rosier is among the Fallen, a Duchess of the Fourth Circle, and one of those who Fell alongside Belial, and is fond of using seduction as a method of gaining power, in addition to the cunning, devious magics of witchcraft.<br/><br/>Reaver seems more receptive now, or at least less resistant, to Atelia's little touches, her flesh quivering a little as the aftereffects of the distilled agony set her nerves on fire. She even lets a small sigh of pleasure slip from her lips, a rare enough occurance for the fiend, the single most stoic of Atelia's thralls. The hamatula squirms a little, not quite enough to get the archivist to touch the lips of her cleft, but just close enough to tease... perhaps the constant presence of three succubi has had some effect on the usually reserved deviless.<br/><br/>For his part, Bonesaw seems disappointed that he won't be able to join in the slaughter, but the prospect of relative freedom for perhaps a few days alleviates any fury he might otherwise express. Instead, he merely looks questioningly at his mistress, tilting his head to the side.<br/><br/>"Stealth? With that lot? I mean, sure, half the cult will be too exhausted by them to fight, but it seems so much easier just to kill them all, doesn't it, mistress?"<br/><br/>For her part, Nightshade remains silent, only half-listening as she continues to watch the fey she's obviously come to mark as her prey.<br/><br/>The tulani tilts her head, smiling at Bonesaw.<br/><br/>"An interesting proposition, babau, but a misguided one. Given the leader of the cult is, indeed, powerful enough to attempt such a ritual to summon a Duchess, our celestial forces will have to draw her away from her base of operations in order for you to stand a chance. Were she to discover an all-out assault on the location of the Libram, the results would hardly be... desirable.<br/><br/>"In answer to your question, Miss Primrose, yes, it is. Though... I must ask... Team Sexy?"<br/><br/>She seems vastly amused, a pretty smile, like the last flash of sunlight during dusk, plays across her face.</em>