"Of...of course." Mareth replied, closing her eyes slightly and taking a breath. When she opened her eyes, they were a bit calmer. "It<em>isn't</em>a pleasant subject, of course. And I'm far too weak to be a demon...slightly more than a tiefling, perhaps, but that's all. But I agree on the meal, Sylvia."<br/><br/>The succubus sat across from them, making certain that her movements were gentle and slow, not wanting to startle Sylvia. She began to eat in small, precise bites, keeping from speaking first to allow the elf to adapt to the new knowledge. She also pulled out the wine from the previous day, not wanting it to go bad.