<em>He tilts his head a tad to the side, a quick intensification of the gaze telling her that he still senses something is off... but since nothing she said was techinically untrue, and he can tell that much, . She notices that while he certainly does... appreciate her body and what her movements cause to happen, he doesn't allow himself to be distracted by them, or, rather, forces himself not to be distracted by them, keeping, for now, a sense of professional distance, though there is a hint of lust in his eyes, and perhaps that's why he hasn't yet called her on her silver-tongued attempts to decieve him... at least, those that he's detected. Still, some things seem a bit... off to him, though he smiles almost apologetically as he asks, begging forgiveness for his ignorance.<br/><br/>"Spread pleasure? An... unusual mission for a succubus, as they usually seek to corrupt, with pleasure merely serving as their means... And may I ask what Lord you serve? I'm afraid our organization can be rather... selective in whose forces we chose our own from."<br/><br/>The drow notices her attention, and smiles, winking devilishly, a roguish twinkling in his eye. His fellow mercenary, however, merely sighs and puts his head in a hand, exasperated, eyes doubtless rolling at his partner.<br/><br/>For their part, it seems the vampire is doing what he can to hold himself back, yet it won't be long before he gives into the temptation to drink of her blood...</em><br/><br/>OOC: And he managed a 42. Such a low Bluff for an infiltrator of this level...