Neverwinter Forest But we see it, the rest of us. And we lie.

a pealing of laughter that seemed to make her seem even lighter.

asmodeus waited, though his smile grew, and he could not help the swaying of pallid plume behind boneset haunches. "just like that, i suspect," in answer to belharra's question, corners of void eyes creasing ever so slightly, though the centers themselves remained nightblack.

"maybe i'm just the sort of bard you wouldn't expect," he pressed gently, tongue flickering to the side of his lips. a pause, to fill himself with the look of her, openly, challengingly. 

there was no need to be veiled. he was an honest sort of pleasurehound, at least insofar as he did not hide his desires, his hungers. 

"there are other ways to sing, belharra."