<em>"Mmm... Well, perhaps someone may one day develop a spell or something to grant it more than what it has now... though, given, that might be extraordinarily dangerous were others to learn of intelligent retrievers. Some parties would doubtless seek to prevent such an occurance, while others would be looking to add such eccentricities to their roster of minions."<br/><br/>The nightmare gives as close as an equine fiend can get to a shrug, nuzzling Atelia's neck a little as she strokes him, clearly enjoying the treatment.<br/><br/>"Mmm... Well, you know, just watching the succubi, one does pick up a useful trick or two for seduction. And bring back a bushel of fresh apples or two when you go out to get food, please? I don't want to run out while you're away."<br/><br/>The succubi, it seems, have managed to finish cleaning the food off themselves (they must be rather eager for their punishment), and are beginning to change the sheets in the bedroom, soaked and stained as they are by various juices, sauces, foods, and other, more typical fluids (at least, for this household), while Reaver works on tidying the kitchen up, her efficient manner making her work much quicker than the succubi's would be, even though there would be two of them.<br/><br/>The hamatula starts a bit in surprise, having been concentrating on her work, though she quickly recognizes it to be Atelia and relaxes-- close to melts, but not quite there yet--, shivering under her mistress' touch. Her voice  is soft as she answers and tries to continue what she was doing, though now her attention is thoroughly divided.<br/><br/>"She, um... said 'Thank you.'"</em>