"Not yet," he purred in return, some of the same jocund lust holding, "someday, though, Seishi, someday..." His red-slitted gaze turned towards the imperious, burgundy-dawning demon of lust before them. "Well, well, what brings your upper-class kind here, in the presence of a lower-class scum such as myself?" he retorted snarkily, moving a few stray locks of his raven shock of hair from his face.
Seishi would notice something peculiar about Lilith today; she was missing her familiar snake familiar. But to whither had she sent her hapless serpent? At this, the succubus glared smartly at Ezri, a condescending smirk reaching across her flush, fleshy lips. Her long, luxurious, wavy ebony locks naturally draped her voluptuous frame. "Miss Seishi," Lilith spoke up, her red-slitted gaze now meeting the amethyst of Seishi's, "I do admire your tolerance level. You put up with....well, such characters as this.....so well." She placed a finger on her chin at the offer, pondering what she might enjoy. "O, a glass of wine should do, thanks," she finally returned.