”You would be amazed, Priscus Regan!” She answers. The possible double entendre made her chuckle mysteriously as if someone who had got the finer point in Regan’s speech.
”Sometimes I wonder if common sense is not so common at all these nights.” Velma cocks her head in Gerald’s direction, the man she had spoke to a few moments before.
”Perhaps you in the secret estate can synthetize it in pills?” there is a soft smile as the songstress shrugs.
”Speaking of which, you, Whip Bingen and…” The Succubus’ eyes wander momentarily around court as if searching for someone until she decides to settle her eyes again on David, her hand moves as if she was about to enumerate someone else but the name doesn’t come.
"…awfully shorthanded as of late." Unless of course she was missing something, or someone.