"Seen it happen. The guys come back all wasted, die of exhaustion or hunger or thirst. Or they do something to displease the lady and die that way. But sometimes they just come back messed up in the head: sex-addled, lust-drunk. Depends on the succubus I guess." He shrugs, his wolf's yellow gaze shifting away and over Bull's shoulder. An evasive expression amidst all his candor. "I've met one or two outright violent ones, but most of them seem...well, not harmless because the humans do die or get hurt but more like cats with mice. They cripple them, have their fun, get whatever they need from the experience and let them go, maimed but alive. Very...playful attitudes about it."