"Well, she didn't kill me. And I don't bear her any ill will or anything." Eskel says, quietly. "I went with her willingly enough. Don't remember the particulars anymore 'cause we were both on piles of fisstech and my memory's full of holes-- whether I traded myself for one of her human pets, or asked what it would take to bribe her into leaving or if she asked me to escort her somewhere safer and shit just got weird but I know I put myself in that position readily enough. She had a good time. And...maybe I did too, when I think about it. This had just happened." He gestures to the long furrows of scar tissue that spoil rough but handsome enough face. "I was more than willing to do what she asked of me, because she wasn't scared when she looked at me."

This is more raw and vulnerable than he wanted to be about this incident. Ever. With anyone. He's not sure it's not making things worse.

"I know well enough that you can go with one of your own free will, maybe even have a good time. But humans have very different limits and succubi have different temperaments. Maybe you've met more kind and gentle ones than I have, probably because your sort don't leave trails of bodies for me to follow. I promise that I spare them more often than not. I try to do my best, just like I'm trying now with...whatever it is you are."