"Yes, they're precious, really. And they're not too much to handle, as long as I keep them in check, much like any fiends, really. They are just much more open in their sexual nature, and like to tease me a little - I'm not sure if they're simply hoping to lull me into a false sense of security, or pleasing me to keep my favour and get something in return, or if they honestly enjoy doing it, but at either rate, they're pretty good girls, as far as demons go.<br/><br/>I cannot really think of other information - I know the location, what I'm after, vaguely what to do and to look out for, as well as who they are dedicated to and what would happen in the worst-case scenario. Because of this, I think that's everything. Is there a way you would like me to contact you in future, for instance to tell you I have completed the task? I imagine if I fail, I won't be in a position to inform you, and you'll know by the terror unleashed. But beyond that, maybe just for another chat every now and then. You're more than welcome to drink with us, I think I'll enjoy your company."<br/><br/>Finally giving in, and winking to Nightshade - on the assumption that she's even looking at them instead of her mark - Atelia glides her hand over to Reaver's cleft and holds her mound, slipping a finger inside to gently touch her clit. As she does so, she takes another long drink from her wine, feeling at ease.