Dymiira illuminated the room soon after, revealing a stereotypically bookish man's sanctuary. The figure in the center of the room was dark-skinned, with short and unkempt ember-red hair.<br/><br/>"...Dammit." The incubus sighed as he got up, looking at the rock a few feet from his person with contempt. Around him lay the runic circles of a spell meant to keep such demonic visitors at bay, and indeed, the incubus seemed trapped within.<br/><br/>"Well it's not like there's any place to sit." He replied sarcastically, locking his golden eyes with her own. The demon was certaintly handsome, befitting his role, with fine features and a grace that he carried with each step. He wore little, revealing his lithe upper body as he draped himself in only a pair of silky black pants, a hole cut in the back for his tail to wander.