<em>Reaver smiles amusedly at Atelia's half-hearted complaint, but Bonesaw doesn't seem to care, or is ignoring the comment purposefully, given he's just as uninhibited as the other two succubi.<br/><br/>The house smells of a mix of the sharpness of citrus and the syrupy sweetness of maple the moment the archivist opens the door, and the trails of sweets and footstuffs, fruits and pastries and creams and juices criss-cross the floor with alarming frequency. The loud groans and moans, long and powerful, however, are issuing from the bedroom... <br/><br/>The door to her study, it seems, is shut tight. Likely, Deathsatan has holed up in there, going through her books again on the planes and the gods in his fascination with the higher powers such as Erythnnul, Cyric, Demogorgon, Graz'zt, and Orcus.<br/><br/>Razorfield's likely out back, and Aro-setra, aside from a single nod, doesn't change in its guard duty. Fairly normal. Well, except it looks like someone's going to have to clean the sheets, and someone else run out to get more food...</em>