"The work isn't what I count as crazy. Monsters, curses, renegade mages, that's just the job. But outside of that...you don't live long by being unpredictable and not minding your own business." Eskel says. "Or so I think, anyway." He rubs the scar on the side of his face, a guilty twinge making his cheek ache. "Besides... you're telling me you just told me you're basically starving, as far as succubi go, just for us to sit here and stare at each other and not address that at all?"