^{a sharp smile flashed between her lips, wicked and predatory. satana  l o v e d  fun. and chasing. fun. the succubus could barely stand still with such an opportunity opening up before her eyes. but he was right, she would get bored, eventually. too fickle, too whimsical. “ seee! ” a gasp, and she smacked the side of his arm like an old friend.  “ i know it doesn’t turn out well for anyone — i’ve HEARD the stories. i might just not get bored of you in the first couple of goes. it all works out! ”} 

^{for someone who was talking about hounding another person to the ends of the world, with the possibility of that person trying to break her hands later ( or worse ), she was excited like a puppy who was given peanut butter for the first time.} 

_{there was a reason he attempted to stay as far away from his own ‘kind’ ( if such a word was even possible ). they were usually amused by everything or… even following someone for years on end. truth be told, the entire situation was boring, and in his mind, flat. he had no real opinion if she did or didn’t do it, but rather, it would be annoying, and after a while… would become stale.}

_{then again, that was just his own personal view on things. even as she smacked the side of his arm, he didn’t really seem to be bothered by it or her words. not really at least, “you might not get bored, but i will.” or, he would at least get aggravated. either way, it wouldn’t turn out well for anyone…. at least in a few mile radius of where it would happen at least.}