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Morrigan was about to answer, but instead listened and watched Quint and Gatz talk about the 'deep' things in life. She wondered if mortals talked and thought like that because they felt their time was limited, so they would like to be as profound as possible in their limited lifetimes. Those kinds of thoughts came often to Morrigan... once. After a while she came to realize that it didn't really matter what she thought, especially if no one could understand her, which by now was almost certainly the case with everybody else.

"Honestly, you two..." she interrupted. "Were you planing to hear my answer, or should I let you talk about your feelings some more?"

"Anyway, as for my... possessive nature. I suppose the closest thing you could relate it to would be a cat playing with it's food, though for me, I find playing with it to be just as important, perhaps even more important, than eating it. And no, this does not come naturally, or is even typical of most succubi. I suppose that I can see the uniqueness in each little drink... person," she corrected herself," ...that my brothers and sisters do not.

"As for my former suitors, their lives, as I knew them from when I met them, consisted mostly of begging, eagerness to please, and a general sense of utter obsession. You could imagine how welcome I felt when I first arrived in the human world. In the demon world, there were many that gave into their lust, and a few that were based off the very idea of lust, but it was nothing like I experienced and continue to experience here. It was fascinating, to be the center of their attention, the motive of their every act, and the subject of their every waking thought. I know, because they confessed this to me over and over again. I remember I was so careless back then, even more then I am now. Offices, alleys, bedrooms especially, would all have these little shriveled black corpses left in them," she chuckled, remembering each of the moments as a whole. "Even now, every one of my suitors continue to fascinate me." she finished, turning to Quint and blowing him a kiss.

"This one especially."

Gatz had lived long enough that he knew that mortality was as a relative thing. All things being suspectible to change, and thus mortality of varying degrees, he had learned that mortal thoughts matterred just as much as the next beings'---and in some ways, perhaps even more, for those brief spraks of life often held an insight that was ground out of the 'immortal' by desensitation over the centuries. Which, he had found, many demons and angels alike fairly single-minded and downright boring.

"... That's it, then?" he said leaning back to relax. "Were you just planning to dance around the subject with such a boring answer, or did you even understand the question to being with?"

He thought for a moment.

"No, I guess that you did tell me it plainly enough. It's similar enough to other accounts I've heard from succubi to pick it out. It's more or less just a game like the rest of existance, and you don't really care about the pieces, just the moment itself. Alright, I've got my answer."

Gatz picked up the bottle.

"Who's next?"

Quint heard Morrigan's and Gatz's mini speeches, thinking intently. Then, suddenly, it hit him.

Are people just her 'mice'? Am I a 'mouse', only to be toyed with, then, when she loses interest, eaten?

He faked a smile (something that he had become good at over the years), and caught Morrigan's blown kiss. He was doing a very good job at hiding his pain, so much so that he surprised himself.

"It's my turn Gatz," He spoke as he reached for the bottle.

"Am I just another 'mouse' Morrigan? Is that all I am to you?" He paused for a second, then spun the bottle.

"I thought kissing was one way to show affection to someone you care about?" Feels akward saying that then looks at Morrigan after hearing her talk."Should I leave?"

The idea of immunity during sex with a succubus piqued Quint's intrest, but he wasn't in the mood to pursue it.

He was silent for a second, "Do you have any sexual interests? Anything that really gets you going?" He didn't know why he asked that question, but it was the first thing to come to mind, other than Morrigan.

((Note: Gatz is supposed to sound disinterested as he says most of this, not angry; after some thought I realized it could be taken either way.))

While Morrigan usually had no qualms about being high-and-mighty to others, she detested it when others acted that way to her. Though Gatz was indeed free of the pains of aging, she didn't consider him worthy of being considered as an equal to her. A snobbish thing on Morrigan's part perhaps, but it was a part of her to have everyone know that no one could compare to her, especially in her own house.

Though this time, Morrigan remained silent. Gatz may have detected her annoyance when her wings perked up for a moment, but she held her tongue in front of everyone else. If she found his comment worthy of her time, she would deal with him later.