"No, not just succubus, which is the thing that's throwing me." Eskel says. "I tracked you here by fur caught on the trees, so it's clearly your scent. I smell fiend-- brimstone and metal-- and succubus-- flowers and musk-- on you." He leans forward, his expression amused and inquisitive. "C'mon, now I'm curious. I've never met a man that smells of succubus without touching one. And since I don't think you cohabitate with one, I think I'm right in assuming you haven't."

Man, not monster.