Nuzzle. "You are a worker of amazing things."

"Worth the wait, then?"

"Mmm, yes."

"Good."

Hungry kiss.

Also good.

Surrounded by rather gorgeous death and devastation (and a heady rush of necromantic energy) is clearly the perfect time to make out.

(And Acererak is fully capable of kissing and casting. She gluts herself on the rush of dying souls, feeding some of the excess energy into Eliese.)

"This," she says, "is an," kiss, "incredible," kiss, "rush."

Kiss! "Good," kiss, "You," kiss, "deserve all," kiss, "the rushes."

"I'll have to keep you around."

"Funny, I was just thinking the same..."

"We're a pair after all."

"Mmmm." Kiss. "We rather are."

"What's your next step?"

"Wellllll... I was loosely planning on waiting to see who showed up first to see what happened."

"So you're sticking around?"

"I also left a shuttle in orbit, if that doesn't appeal."

"Well, depends on what you plan to do when found, really. And I'd like to stick by you for now."

"That depends on who shows up. I thought I'd tender my resignation."

"Well, I can help make sure that resignation sticks, then."

Smile.

"I'd appreciate that."

Grin. "In the mean time... I suspect we can entertain ourselves quite well."

"Oh, doubtless."

Mmmmm kiss!!!

(She'll notice, of course, if anyone comes to investigate... It's a tossup whether she'll care.)

Investigation, when it comes, is extremely unsubtle.

A woman in a black dress appears nearby in a flash of dazzling darkness. She flicks a hand and Eliese and Acererak are pushed apart by eight feet.

She pouts, of course, but lets herself be pushed for now.

"And who might you be?"