"A Warden? Good. That means the bindings that normally hold me back...won't." The incubus smiled stretching slightly as his arms thickened slightly, the muscles standing out a bit more as some sort of...armor, almost, took form around his hands. And then he took a distinct martial arts pose, sliding slightly closer, but waiting for Naael to make the first move, almost chivalrously.<br/><br/>((+2 on his Conviction vs your Intim. Using Unarmed  to apply Inner Focus to himself.))