[Stolas waits patiently as the succubus freed him on his wrist bindings. Once his hands were his again, he reached down to untie his ankles. Standing back up to his full height he was about to say words of thanks but they died on his tongue as she said her nest piece. For a moment the goetia could do nothing but sputter on air.]

Excuse me, what? [Stolas's voice cracked, clearing his throat he collected himself.] You really don't think that they would, do you? I understand the holding me for ransom, but the other?

[The owl chokes out an awkward laugh. Who would pay to sleep with his scrawny ass?]

You must be pulling my leg Miss.... Virosika, was it?