Issac groaned, patting her thighs playfully. "Of course the succubus gets to have all the fun," he whined. "It's hard for my magic to even process. I might feint if I ever get a turn. Or Marcus! That would be hilarious. And popcorn worthy."
Wrapping his arms around her, he held her close. "I never blamed you, dark lady. You didn't know. I-" He let go of her, flopping his arms back against the bed. "I couldn't call out without- I left clues for KittyCat to find and everything worked out."
Issac never did do well in being serious. His strange copping mechanisms rarely processed such emotions that went beyond pain. "The Djinn was worth it," he teased as he tried to reclaim himself. "And next time, I demand an open connection so I can join in in my own way." Issac play coughed. "Though... Do you think he's able to sense that? That'd be weird..."