The succubus smiled, having finally gotten her toy where she wanted her. "It is not a completely hopeless situation. I am not going to kill you, I just have a little problem or four that I am worried about, and you were slowing me down. I have to hurry, else I am going to get killed. If I do this right, we can both make it just fine, and you won't have to worry about ever dying."<br/><br/>She makes her teasing gentle, now that quiet manipulative and mistress of deception, a spider slowly luring a fly into her web, and the peasant should be helpless to stop her. The toy would give her something to play with and to scout for her, and at no cost to herself. It was hard to not just pounce and move on, but until she learned what was wrong with her, she had to treat all her resources as if they were not replaceable. She hoped to find a weak cleric soon, so she could get examined by someone that knew something about outsiders such as herself, and maybe that might tell her what was wrong with her. Like why she felt some strange emotion whenever she looked at the youn... toy.