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Tegral smiled as he threw back his last shot. Comfy? Without a care in the world? How would he explain how he was constantly battling an eternal madness, that the only thing stopping him from literally devouring his own flesh was that he was concerned he'd get bits of bone stuck between his teeth, that what ever humanity he had fled when Koten had taken up residency inside his skull, and the only thing preventing him from ripping her head off her body on sewing it onto the Succubi's body was that he was too lazy to fight the elf - who he knew would come to the assistance of the women. HA! It almost made him want to laugh out loud...instead he settled for placing his shot on a nearby table and leaned back. "You might say that." He lied as the women made themselves comfortable.
A scene played itself out in his head and he vaguely remembered a similar situation. Now all he needed to make it perfect is some holy-than-thou paladin crashing through the front door to spoil all his fun, or add to it depending on how he looked at it. An incessant buzz began forming in his head and wondered if his physical time on this plane was almost at an end.