<div class="floatright"><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>Noemi d'Volee, Human Eros Mage</em></span></div>(http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120917051418/ideas/images/c/c0/Inspired_by_Luis_Royo.jpg)</div><br/>Noemi chuckled as Arafel tried to prove he had a bigger cock then Lilith, and Lilith tried to pretend that nothing had changed since their untimely demise. There was something about the two of them playing the parts like puppets in a Punch and Judy show that made her giggle. She tossed her head and smiled as she sat upon another night cooled boulder as she settled in to watch them both, wondering what they'd do next, like an audience member at a play. She gave Lilith an enigmatic smile and a little cock of the head when she mentioned not knowing where Noemi's skills lay, her eyes asking the tall woman with a cold, cruel demeanor, 'whose fault is that really?' Noemi had always been available to any of the crew of Blackbeard's ship, Lilith's ignorace was due to the habitual distance she kept between herself and others.<br/><br/>Before Noemi could decide if she'd do as bidden, Arafel spoke and seemed to forbid anyone from helping him as he asserted his ability to handle things by himself. "I wouldn't want to deny h'slairdship his will, now would I?" She mused alloud, as she kept sitting on her boulder, waiting for Arafel to finish with the task he set to himself, even as he puffed up like a blowfish, looking like the effort he was expending might require the drow to re-ressurect him. It wasn't that she was cruel... She just believed that a few things had to 'break' before the four of them to start anew as a real team.<br/><br/>It was sad to Noemi, she would have thought their time in the Void would have afforded them the space to release the worst part of themselves into the all accepting nothingness. Still... It's only 'human' to cling to who you had been rather then explore who you might become upon rebirth. She chuckled at the soothsayer's words to her and Dalen.   She cast a coy and sultry look his way as she openly appreciated the strength and lines of his handsome form as she purred, "She ... Does have a point... There have been some ... Skills I havent't used for a good part of a year..." as she trailed a fingertip down her throat, playing it over her chest and into, slightly, the little cleft between her breasts. Ever the sensualist, and knowing the power in pleasure, she made no secret of her desires and the naughty places her thoughts were wandering to at the moment. Her demeanor had a sexy kind of challenge to him, daring him to shirk his 'duty', go contrary to the will of the pompous noble and the hidebound dominatrix, and give in to passion and the freedom of the moment.