<em>All the fiends finish their drinks, taking the cue from their mistress that the time has come to depart, and the eladrin does likewise, returning the kiss on the cheek to the mortal fiendbinder with a smile.<br/><br/>"Fare thee well, Atelia. May your gods, whoever they be, keep you safe, and, lacking that, may your friends."<br/><br/>The fiends do as their mistress bids, Bonesaw rolling his eyes and flexing his clawed hands at being treated like a pet, Nightshade pouting a little, but acquiescing, and Reaver, still in a bit of a daze, standing up once more with a certain fluidity she usually lacks. The succubus looks over to her mistress with wide, pleading eyes.<br/><br/>"Just one kiss?"</em>