His hand trailed along her slender leg, fingertips grazing the soft skin that could shift into any appearance at her simplest of wills. She was a unique creature, even among succubus. As his fingers trailed, he put a touch of concentration into his focus, but did not press himself into her thoughts. He picked up some images, surface projections, but nothing more. She had requested this meeting and there were some unspoken rules of parlay, one being that one did not intrude upon your guests' thoughts unbidden.
"I am under no obligation to tell your mistress anything, my petite," he drawled lazily, arching an eyebrow as she straddled his lap, all feline grace and lean muscle. Oded rested his hands on her hips. The delights she could invoke in a human mind were nothing compared to those of her body. "You, my darling sister, should never concern yourself with how close or far your creation was from the First. Indeed, little sister, you are correct in questioning your... captivity. Who among your associations back home might have given her the information she needed?"
Curling his arms around her slender form, his hand stroked along her back. It was unusual for one of his kind to seek out comfort or compassion, but not entirely unheard of and Oded was quite fond of Namaah. Their excursion into the Slave quarters had revealed to him a great deal and he had given her a boon that night. "You alone know the tasks which she has given you. The information you seek lies there. It matters not how she acquired you - the question is why she retains you. You believe she is part of the Management?" The question was really, why did her mistress keep her. Namaah had a great many talents, talents he wondered that may remain untapped by her mistress.