Abandinus visably perked up when the succubus informed him that he was to be bonded to an apprentice of Nazhun rather than the old man himself. His small hooves clattered on the tower floor as he danced a little jig as he imagined what mischief he could get into with a young and impressionable human. He barely listened as the more powerful demon skated over the cause of his summoning, like herself largely disinterested in the petty troubles and tribulations of the mortasls. Though he could not see the illusion cast on him, he could feel the aura of the succubus's glamour making his fur and skin itch.<br/><br/><strong>"Aha, so we are all ready then?"</strong>He asked eagerly.<strong>"Though it does seem such a shame to mask my true form. Bring in your little mageling then and let us get acquainted."</strong>