<em>Nightshade shivers at the blow, but her lascivious grin tells Atelia the succubus enjoyed it far too much to consider it a punishment. Reaver, who would normally not react at all, allows herself a small expression halfway between a smirk and a smile, while Bonesaw wears a toothy caricature of a grin that hardly reaches his eyes... he still hasn't seemed to have had his fill of blood for the morning, but at least he doesn't flex his claws, showing he knows his desires won't be satisfied. At least, not while the archivist remains around to control him.<br/><br/>The demonic sorceress responds almost instantly, a gleeful, mischievous glitter in her eyes.<br/><br/>"She's said yes, but not in public. She's too embarrassed. How long can I take?"<br/><br/>Or, in succubus speak: which lips shall I kiss her on?<br/><br/>Illiena, not missing any of this, seems quite amused as she takes another of the small pouches from her pockets, and leaves it on the table, likely to pay for all the drinks, as well as tip for dealing with such a... distinctly memorable and somewhat troublesome group.</em>