<em>Reaver offers a small smile, clearly restraining her amusement at the antics of the succubi and trying her best not to burst out laughing.<br/><br/>"My pleasure, mistress."<br/><br/>The two look at each other again after she tells them that they have to clean up, conflicting desires apparent in their eyes, at least until Reaver leans in.<br/><br/>"I suggest you pair clean each other up first, sate your desires, at least for the moment, so you can actually concentrate enough to clean up the house and get your punishment, rather than ending up making even more of a mess and delaying it."<br/><br/>Maplepink and Lemonscent blink for a moment, then, simultaneously, each kisses the hamatula on a cheek, though Lemonscent seems the slightest bit less enthusiastic, Maplepink maintaining the cheek-kiss just a second longer, though she blushes. She murmurs something softly to Reaver before going back into the embrace of her "sister", too soft for either Lemonscent or Atelia to hear. The baatezu seems to stand bedeviled for a pause, then, sighing, moves over to the kitchen to grab the cleaning supplies, muttering something about the succubi having attention spans too short for them to do an adequate job on their own.<br/><br/>The fiendish steed and the retriever both listen in silence. The fearsome cauchemar nods, understanding why they can't be brought along. He does, however, offer something akin to Bonesaw's toothy grin.<br/><br/>"Well, it's a bit disappointing to be left out of the fight, but I understand why... besides, there is a cute unicorn I've been eyeing..."<br/><br/>But then he looks up at the retriever.<br/><br/>"Hrm... I assume it'll be guarding the house the whole time? It doesn't do well without orders, after all."</em>