Her eyes meet his. "You're closer," she says, with a throaty growl, her hands starting to tug at his clothing. "Illusion wouldn't work. True Sight, mind-reading, Magic Circles and protections everywhere. Paranoid more than you. It took me all week just to get in to see him, the fat bastard." Her hand caresses his face. "But enough about that. Oh, you can bring the succubus, too, if you like. I just need something, and quick... he got me so worked up, and even more disappointed."