What an odd yet intriguing thing to say. Marie lifted the elegant arch of one eyebrow, turning over those words. For her, she was meant to be beautiful - succubi always were, they didn't have a choice about that, much less anything else about what they had to do to survive. The way they had to live. It wasn't really anything she expected anyone to understand, besides fellow succubi.
They were meant to be beautiful. To entice, to seduce. But not really to form any lasting bonds with. Those were the shackles of what she was, and she seemed to feel them more than ever these days. It felt like barbells sitting on her chest.
"Do you speak from personal experience?" she asked curiously, as he went for the tea, once the kettle whistled at them from the kitchen.