She'd seen through the illusion, snorting at his antics, then sighs and leans against him. surprisingly, she stats to talk, candidly. "It's not you I'm angry with. Or maybe it is, but the 'you' your power represents. I'm a balor, a leader of armies that make entire worlds tremble in fear, a veteran of centuries of the Blood War. And here I sit, playing... a game, sitting in a fucking harem!<em>I</em>should have the harem,<em>I</em>should be the one shaping a world to my image." She huffs, almost petulantly, glaring at him, although she does lean into the massage.