[His smile softens. He definitely recognizes that soft float of her words, echoed in his own. He imagines his face must be the same -- relaxed, especially about his eyes.] Nice. Truly, it is. A new sort of feeling for me. I -- I mean, not feeling nice, but the, ah. Floatiness.
[He's been drunk more times than he can count and he certainly is not usually so aware of. Everything. It must be the mixture of both. The same feeling that had him welcoming Geralt's body pinning him down. The same that welcomes the warm touch of a lovely woman beside him. (Yes, he's already imagining dressing her down. Oops.)]
Really? [He perks up immediately, as does his tail; it does a little curling maneuver through the air, and the petals of the flowers wrapped around his curling ram horns all shiver, as if a breeze moves through them.] Ah. You may question what I am. I suspect you may not have them on your plane. [Considering she said I like your costume and not you are, by far, the most masculine succubus I've ever seen, which he would still take as a compliment.] I am a monster we have named the succubus. Quite real, for the most part, but also rare. They appear as beautiful women who seduce men, stealing their energies in exchange for... well, for a good night, if you catch my meaning. They're quite sagacious, actually. I've heard more than one tale of them running a fair amount of brothels. Apparently they excel at business.
[Suddenly his costume feels more appropriate than ever. Of course, he is obviously not made out to be a woman, for he personally felt giving himself breasts was going too far. The Horizon should have its limits.
Ah. He's dittering. He clears his throat.] My apologies. I find them interesting. [How does one explain an enthusiasm for monsters? They're just neat.] I -- your costume as well, you wear it wonderfully. Absolutely stunning, actually. Julie said you were... an angel? Is that some sort of bird? I feel like it's not a bird.
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[He's been drunk more times than he can count and he certainly is not usually so aware of. Everything. It must be the mixture of both. The same feeling that had him welcoming Geralt's body pinning him down. The same that welcomes the warm touch of a lovely woman beside him. (Yes, he's already imagining dressing her down. Oops.)]
Really? [He perks up immediately, as does his tail; it does a little curling maneuver through the air, and the petals of the flowers wrapped around his curling ram horns all shiver, as if a breeze moves through them.] Ah. You may question what I am. I suspect you may not have them on your plane. [Considering she said I like your costume and not you are, by far, the most masculine succubus I've ever seen, which he would still take as a compliment.] I am a monster we have named the succubus. Quite real, for the most part, but also rare. They appear as beautiful women who seduce men, stealing their energies in exchange for... well, for a good night, if you catch my meaning. They're quite sagacious, actually. I've heard more than one tale of them running a fair amount of brothels. Apparently they excel at business.
[Suddenly his costume feels more appropriate than ever. Of course, he is obviously not made out to be a woman, for he personally felt giving himself breasts was going too far. The Horizon should have its limits.
Ah. He's dittering. He clears his throat.] My apologies. I find them interesting. [How does one explain an enthusiasm for monsters? They're just neat.] I -- your costume as well, you wear it wonderfully. Absolutely stunning, actually. Julie said you were... an angel? Is that some sort of bird? I feel like it's not a bird.