Abandinus staggered as he entered the here and now, his small hooves clopping on the floor. Even before he opened his eyes the scent of the succubus assailed his nostrils and he breathed deeply in through his nose. His mouth twisted into a leer as he savoured the heady scents and the subtle underlying aroma of her sex.<br/><br/><strong>"Today you will be pacted to a mortal mageling. You have no real choice in the matter, so make with it as you wish. Do you have a particular fondness for an illusion Im to guise you with?"</strong><br/><br/>The voice was every bit as sultry and alluring as her smell. Abandinus opened his eyes and feasted his gaze upon the wide hipped and ripe breasted demoness. His slitted eyes flicked about the room inquisitively and rested for a moment upon Nazhun.<br/><br/><strong>"A mageling?"</strong>He queried in the Abyssal tongue he had been addressed in.<strong> "If that doddery old fart is still a mageling then he's a damned slow learner."</strong><br/><br/>His gaze swept the circle drawn around him and he grinned ruefully when he found no fault with it. He stepped forward until he almost touched the circle of power that held him and his fur stood on end in reaction to the magic prison.<br/><br/><strong>"Why would I need an illusion?"</strong>The small demon questioned.<strong> "How could you possibly make me more pleasing and lovable to the eye than I already appear?"</strong>