Atelia chuckles, amused at the goings-on between the demon and devil, and hopes that it won't lead to violence. It's a fine line with fiends, but with luck some form of bond might form. Or it might never happen, but at least varied friendships can exist within the group. Quickly, she throws her clothes on in an attempt to look at least reasonable, if not respectable, and then allows the pair to flank her, placing one hand on each red bottom, giving a bit of a squeeze.<br/><br/>"So, shall we be off then, girls?"