The succubus paused, watching the priestes, like a cat studying a mouse, debating if it was hungry, or just bored, her tail flicking back and forth.<br/><br/>"I will untie one of your arms, to heal your injuries. Attempt anything else, or resist further, and I will make you regret it," she said, flatly. "That would be just the beginning of the pain you'd suffer."<br/><br/>Assuming Illania agreed, she'd untie her right arm.