Carefully, I observed her as she pondered the problem of Regina. Yet, everything I said had been the truth. If wanted to invest emotions into the relationship she had yet to tell me. She still worked for Morningstar, who had the habit of kidnapping me at inconvenient times, and her pet name for me was 'barbarian’ simply because I valued my freedom. Girlfriend, or friends with benefits, both terms suited for me, but she was sorely mistaken if she thought I was ever going to be fully devoted to her.

I had not even been with the one woman I had loved - Sephora. And she herself was another man's wife.

“Unfortunately no chance of a threesome,” I admitted, watching the smooth lips curl around her finger. “But there is a wealth of conversation that seems to be explored between us, so a night of drinking and talk is at least available if you are disappointed by us being accompanied. Though,” my lips flickered up. “From what I know succubi like their … partners alone. Or victim? Is that a better word?”

She withdrew her finger from her mouth, a smirk dancing across her lips. “I am only half succubi, but even then I wouldn’t call you a victim if you are enjoying it.” She purred leaning towards me.

I studied her smooth jaw, those bright eyes, the long flowing hair. Slowly I set my wine down and leant forwards too, a small smile playing on my lips. “And … hypothetically speaking, what might one experience with you? What sort of lover are you?”

Her chest rose and fell, the tops of the round mounds slightly spilling from her shirt. “Well, one might say that laying with me is almost as euphoric as taking a cool drink of water after being trapped in the desert sun for a week. Hypothetically, of course.”

My brow tweaked upwards. “Of course. This is all simply hypothetical,” and my smile flickered wider. Fifteen - she was young but she had already told me she was mature enough to know exactly what this was. And by her words she was clearly experienced.

“I do like water,” I admitted.

I watched as she reached out towards me, her thumb brushing over my lower lip. Her own caught in between her teeth. “And I do like the way your skin feels against mine.” Tone tone barely above a whisper before she pulled her hand away.

As she did the breath rushed from my lungs. My eyes became fixated on her, and in that moment I had decided. Damn Regina and her moaning that might occur. I had never been monogamous and here this something fine right at my fingertips.

“It might be opportunistic to see if this establishment has more … private areas,” I found myself saying.