"I<em>was</em>looking forwards to a nice spot of tea," Whisper huffs with just the smallest hint of a pout before she remembered that those with souls as torn and dark as her don't really do that sort of thing. Also, she gets a little distracted by Maize's hips, no doubt the corrupt lure of the semi-succubus all the stronger when it pulled on the tortured penumbra that was her soul.<br/>"I suppose I had better help," she sighed, ignoring the cute, brightly-coloured bunny toy that peered out of her bag as she rose and headed towards the familiar Stygian dark of the, ah ... bar's cellar.<br/>Honestly, there was a distressing lack of crypts and catacombs in her life.<br/>Also, thoughts rose unbidden in her mind, of little rats in tiny adorable uniforms wheeling out cannons and she most definitely did<em> not</em>have to repress a mental squeal at the thought.