The pit fiend snorted dismissively at Kass's perceived scolding, then focused on Aria as she approached, gesturing to her meaningfully. The tiefling's face was impassive as she withdrew and handed over the red-swirling orb, which the fiend palmed and wrapped its clawed fingers tightly around with a fanged smile.<br/><br/>He seemed to relax, drawing its wings inward like a folded cloak, and brought its gaze upon Kass again. "Transient impertinence to be sure, but what more or less to expect from a realm of frolicking fey-things..." he tapped the side of his face, then slowly and thoughtfully, a great fanged grin widened and rose. "Indeed, I'm of a mind to taste of its over-sugary dressings ere I depart. I could go snatch the nearest maid and bear her down to hell, for what better accentuates the curves of a body than collars and chains placed just so....or perhaps not, if I find I satisfy myself upon<em>you</em>," his gaze bore down on Kass, and he licked his lips, "For a rare sight of a creature I've judged you, even by the standards of this realm...and I believe you could use a lesson in mastery and serving." The fiend shifted his legs and opened his wings again somewhat; the scaled hide shifted over his groan, unsheathing a distended, fleshy warhammer of a phallus from the scaled hide. The obscenely sized and presented organ thrust out horizontally towards the bardess, seemingly already erect, and owing to the devil's dozen-foot stature was already as high as her head. The devil purred throatily, and nodded to Kass. "Gorge upon devil-flesh! Drink of it; learn of the pleasure of supremacy and the supremancy of pleasure."