Drake smiled and looked over to Pancakes. "You heard that? You're only number two. I'm the one she really wants to kill." That being said he wasn't far off from being killed at the moment. He could use a good night sleep. Then he would have all his magic back and be better suited to breaking the spirit of the princess and getting her all nice and subservient. Also a night cooling off in the cage would do her some good. Drake stood up and made his way to the succubus' bedroom. Though now it was his bedroom. He flopped into the extravagant king sized bad and passed out.