He snorted at Mirada's comment, before shrugging, clearly keeping his temper under a control so tight it was likely surprising he wasn't shattering from the effort. "I have no intention of deciding one way or another until I have seen what damage she has done. But this kind of shit is what I dealt with as the thieves' guild killer. Thieves that forgot about the guild rules, or thought they were untouchable, and had to be put down. This one has a... somewhat mitigating excuse, but I will damn myself to the abyss before I let her become the standard for me not doing my job.<br/><br/>Yes, she MIGHT be useful, but so might a blade that is enchanted to be vicious, wounding, and non-lethal, intent only on causing as much pain as possible. I have dealt with gray for the last six years, and this one is so close to black that I am tempted to take a shortcut to end it. But that would make me break my rules, and no better than her. So I will not. Instead, tomorrow, we three will head to this manor, and see what damage she has done. And then I will decide if you get sent to the temples for use, sent home, or can continue with us. Succubus, you will NEVER attempt to remove your soul stone from my possession, through action on your part or others, or by inaction. Nor will you advertise your... demonic nature when in public."<br/><br/>He stood up, and headed for his bedroll, the soul stone in his grasp, his anger still thrashing, burning, and raging, but he wasn't going to indulge himself yet. He had rules, and that kept him above the trash that roamed the forests and mountains, calling themselves bandits, when a more accurate term was plague. "Get comfortable, succubus. This might be your last night to do so. Tomorrow, we see this manor of yours. Good night."