Lemonscent's impatience is as palpable as it is predictable, but Nightshade, Reaver, and Maplepink all seem more than willing to wait for their mistress, and so the headstrong succubus remains silent, or so she would have Atliea believe. In reality, telepathic conversation is whipping back and forth between the four fiends, some broadcast to all of the other three, sometimes more private messages being exchanged. Maplepink and Lemonscent's expressions show it more than Nightshade and Reaver's stoic expressions do, but as consumed as Atelia is in her spell preparation, she probably doesn't even notice that. Maplepink is seated nearby in a comfortable chair, eyes flitting between her mistress and those she's telepathically conversing with. Reaver stands the closest to the fiendbinder, and while she looks at the others as they "speak", she also keeps her senses honed for danger. Nightshade, for her part, seems disinterested, focusing inwardly, rather than outwardly, likely preparing herself for their mission. The only noise in the room is caused by Lemonscent's myriad pacing, fidgeting, and sighing. When the spell preparation is finally done, naturally, it is Lemonscent's smile that gleams with the most wickedness and anticipation.