Liliana Vess Defiant Necromancer

Oh, Liliana, darling. He knew.

It might be a minor ding to his ego, a little bit later, to discover that his deft and clever machinations to revert that energy into something more...productive had not fully diffused that explosiveness, but, then again, this was Liliana, she had more than enough to burn, and he'd never expect any spark inside of her ever truly being extinguished.

And he was ready for it, had been hoping for it, almost aching for it before he even walked through that door, a drive that only grew stronger once he had. When she pushed, he pulled in kind. When she pulled, he obediently followed. Ans the sooner he helped with those buttons, the sooner his hands would be free to start tugging at her clothes, as well, though getting slightly distracted in the process with his hands on her hips, encouraging her grinding with a soft, deep moan.