"Are you the strong silent type, or are you trying to avoid speaking to me?" Abduxuel said to Luxior when he never responded to Abduxuel's speech about what death means for each of them. He didn't mind his angel being a little stoic but sympathy could be a weapon and Luxior might be trying to stay aloof so he wouldn't "humanize" his captor. Abduxuel didn't believe Luxior would fall in love with being his "beast" and forsake the heavens or any childish romantic notions. But after The Angel returned to  the upper planes his body could still crave Abduxuel's touch and his mind sometimes wander to the cruel mistress he once had.<br/><br/>Aergrim had a lot to say about what he could do for The First Daughter. The wizard could be so  unreachable at timed it aggravated Abduxuel  but here he was being enjoyably accommodating. "The gender or exact age do not matter, just make sure no more than a third are are from races native to the underdark."<br/><br/>While Abduxuel talked a strange impish construct continued crafting what he had set up.<br/><br/>Abduxuel reached forward to stroke Aergrim's cheek gently with the back of his hand. "I'm impressed you have developed all this. Would some money help solidify the alterations? I wouldn't want a stray dispelling to reset my optimized pet to his current state." Abduxuel said. While it was true he did not want the enhancements on Luxior able to be accidentally removed he had the ulterior motive to make sure the changes couldn't be easily undone even after Luxior returned to the celestial spheres.<br/><br/>"My witches will see to the sacrifices. Let's get this bull of mine set up to please me better." Abduxuel said, using the term 'bull' that Luxior referred to himself as when discissing the potency of his cock with Jerion. It was a fitting term.