"Really? My, how some of you are changing. I was hoping this might happen, that I'd discover that fiends are not as bad as others claim them to be."<br/><br/>Sighing happily, Atelia wraps her arms around the hamatula and hugs her from behind, trusting that Reaver will not impale her. She feels the warmth, and it comforts her, knowing that even if they were made for strange planes completely unlike her own, they are all alive, at the end of the day. Living, breathing, thinking creatures with the capacity to make decisions. Not including aro-setra, of course.<br/><br/>"When we return from this, I'll help even the odds a little, I'll bring someone else from Baator to keep you company. That being said, it seems like you're winning the succubi over. You're really doing well, Reaver. You're... responsible."<br/><br/>She then pulls away, giving the spined devil one more quick fondle, still smiling. A fiendbinder can be many things, but lonely is not one of them.