"No, it<em>wasn't</em>a trick, but I got tired of you being suspicious." Mareth responded coldly, stepping toward her with a sashay to her step. Glancing at the kobold, she spoke again in draconic. "Leave me with her for a time. We'll speak when I'm done."<br/><br/>"Now, to put this bluntly...I'm a demon out for my own territory. And I<em>like</em>women." She stepped closer to the woman and pulling out the jar for her ritual ointment. Opening it, she began to draw the symbols necessary on the teifling. "I'm going to make you mine, my dear. You can resist, and make this take longer, or give in and be given a good amount of freedom. Your choice."