"Yes, yes, of course it is. However, the one who<em>was</em>the Avatar is a god. If he wishes me to have the last known royal of your kind, so be it, though..." The incubus suddenly smiled again, pausing a good ways out of Naael's range, but obviously ready to charge after her if she tried to get away. "Hmm...how about a deal, little elf? I haven't been hurt yet, and you have. It probably isn't in my best interest to do this, but it<em>would</em>be fun. I'll offer your last royal to you. I'll<em>gift</em>her to you. However, to get me to do this, you must submit to whatever I desire for two days. If you resist at any point, that day would not count. However, at the end of those days, I would release you<em>and</em>her with all of your gear, and free of any mind control or physical wounds."<br/><br/>While he spoke he obviously focused on Naael, ready to strike if he refused his offer.<br/><br/>((+3 Conviction to apply Combat Ready to himself.))