Hideaway Strath To fight this thing until we've won

As they meet in spar-combat once again she cackles with glee, and grins as he goes for her hocks. 
In turn she curls on him and snaps for his cheek fur in an attempt to parry him away. 
It seems she isn't as clumsy this time round.

The Overseer feels almost...giddy. Excited. 

The succubus-gleam in her eyes suggests what she might desire once they finish the spar, even as her fangs are arcing for him.