Masaema would flip through the books, only casually listening, until Draiss described himself, stiffening. He begins to ask all manner of probing questions, eager for more details, almost growing desperate, when Draiss tries to leave, but he doesn't do anything to physically stop him, although he takes the books and hurries to a back room to delve into them, directing the senior acolyte that he's in charge of services, tonight.<br/><br/>"I was wondering when you'd remember," she snorts, softly, with a smirk. "And it's 'balor', not succubus. I'd rather not be compared to one of those low-class, over-hyped whores, thank you." She glances at him, looking over his form. "First off, something not so skinny. Beyond that, I'm not picky, so long as it's rough."