<em>As she draws closer to both of them, Morrigan sees something flicker in and out of view that, to someone with less than supernaturally keen senses, would never have even been detected... a red length, swishing back and forth behind the black-robed half-elf. She also notices that, for a long second, though anyone else might think it a trick of the light, his canines seem unusually pronounced... likely making him a teifling, likely so used to hiding his true form on his native Prime that by habit he wears the glamour about the library as well. For his part, there is a twinge of jealousy in his eyes as she brushes up against his companion, but he supresses it well, focusing on the aasimar's reaction rather than the succubus' allure.<br/><br/>For his part, the fair white-robed librarian flushes a deep crimson, eyes betraying the conflict within as he searches her eyes for any sign of trickery, for, he knows, succubi drink of the lust of their victims, sometimes killing them by it. Still, finding no fault in her wide, silver orbs, he presses his lips meekly against hers in agreement, though he seems more tense than a taught bowstring and more nervous than a rookie adventurer facing his first mindflayer.</em>