<div class="floatright">(http://puu.sh/o69Lc.jpg)</div>"…'m fine," Nuria mumbled as she leaned into Phelypsis' support, which proved just as enticing a combination of softness and reliable strength as expected. "… don' pat my head," she grumbled but suffered through the attention as the demon-girl helped her stand again. As ever, her stamina was nigh-inexhaustible. The temporary weakness fled after a moment of respite and the firewielder stood strong once more when the prisoner suddenly shed his wretchedness and turned into some kind of seducer. Nuria was vaguely reminded of an incubus she had met before she had joined the Delvers -- she didn't like that one bit. The purity of fire had burnt the chains from his limbs and the fog from his mind, but beneath it was something she couldn't quite bring herself to like. She enjoyed strong men, confident men, but there was something that rubbed her wrong there.<br/><br/>But there were the tremors, the sound of hammers coming near, to distract her.<br/><br/>"Yeah," she responded to Phelypsis and briefy placed her own hand above that of the barbarian, "don't worry. I'm not liking this either." As if in revenge for the earlier head-patting she lazily reached up to poke her between her little horns, right on the forehead, then finally disentangled herself.<br/><br/>"Could've mentioned this earlier," Nuria muttered when Sydney revealed what she had learned, but her words didn't carry any real venom. It was plain to see that a change had overcome the imprisoned man since the fire had burnt him free and, perhaps, it had been better hidden before. "Uhh -- nothing against a friendly grope, but is this really the m--" she started to say when Sydney began to draw an arcane trail across her form, intent on touching all sorts of weird places, before it occurred to her that this was probably another weird magic thing.<br/><br/>Still, she wouldn't be Nuria if she just placidly accepted such advances. And Sydney had awfully, conveniently, been laid bare by the earlier altercations. She raised an eyebrow at the shorter wizard as she disappeared from sight, but as soon as she did, her plan went into action. If the lust-powered girl couldn't handle a grope of her own, she should have studied a different magic, after all -- so as the last bit of her vanished, she quickly did some more poking. Except this time, Sydney was the target -- first were her nipples, delicious heat seeping deep into her chest to leave a lingering impression. Then there were arms, no, one arm, reaching from behind around to wrap around her just below the neck and pull her against Nuria's usually tan, but now invisible chest. Another tingling hot finger immediately went for her entrance below and the Immolator's purr was in her ear: "You should know by now, teasing me always gets you more than you bargained for." Followed by a brief lick that felt eerily reminiscent of a candle-flame along the mage's earlobe, before the Godlike withdrew and assumed a more combat-ready posture.<br/><br/>Let Phel make the loud declarations. Nuria's flame spoke for itself.<br/>