<em>When they arrive at the Black Axe, they find within Nightshade snuggled up with the nymph in a comfy, shadowy corner. The fey, curled up and asleep in the demoness' lap, is having her hair stroked idly as the succubus sips at another drink-- though whether of the same variety or before, Atelia can't tell, as she finishes just as they find her. Noting the way Lemonscent it walking, and the way her tail is held, the demonic sorceress merely smirks.<br/><br/>"I take it when you got home that... complications arose? Not that I minded the extra time."</em>