In answer to the Vrock, Atelia shakes her head.<br/><br/>"No, I have actual good news for you. You actually weren't causing trouble."<br/><br/>Upon seeing the insufferable brats playing on the bed, the fiendbinder does her best to look stern and cross, but hardly has time, as the succubi tackle her to the ground, smearing sticky sweet food all over her clothing and cuddling her, hands probably already going for delicate places.<br/><br/>"Hey, you two, come on, get off of me, no, don't put your fingers th-ere... stop it right now! Reaver, help m-Mmmffmfmff!"<br/><br/>She is cut off in her protests and pleas for help by one pair of fiendish lips, and it takes quite some time to get back to her feet, sans outer clothing. Despite herself, she is barely able to keep from bursting into laughter, sometimes thinking of them more as overactive puppies or just somewhat naughty girls rather than Chaotic Evil outsiders.<br/><br/><em>Why are they like this, anyway? Is it just an attempt to make me forget what they're capable of, or are they actually content with this life, losing their edge and finding that they can have a lot of fun this way?</em><br/><br/>"You two are in trouble now. Just look at this mess. Someone is going to have to clean this up, you know. And we're going to need to restock the cupboards. Just what do you have to say for yourselves?"