"Damn succubus bitch," Ivy spat as Mareth questioned her, struggling briefly against the bonds, though it was clear she knew it was hopeless.  "I'm not going to say anything about why.  And there's no way you can force it out of me," she growled.<br/><br/>"Maybe you can use your magic?" Sylvia suggested as she paced around Ivy, glaring back at the rogue.  "We were perfectly willing to follow you once you used it on us, after all."