Oded chuckled, swirling his own glass. Considering the population of demons was rather small in the Cirque, he could certainly narrow down the options of whom she was referring. He would never be one of those poor, unfortunate creatures. The will that thrummed through his soul was different, different from the moment he'd been created and no manner of penance would change that. "It is their curse, not ours, Namah," he replied smugly.
The little succubus moved closer and his thumb paused on her ankle until she stopped moving, then he resumed the slow touch. He knew with a word, he could change the entire scope of their encounter this evening, but he wanted to know what she was playing at first. He drew her leg across his thigh and resumed the caressing with his full hand. "The Management? They do not interfere greatly. Their lapdog can be an annoyance, but there are worse situations to find one's self in than the Cirque. But then, you know that, don't you, shadow sister. Does your mistress know you are here?"