The princess instantly noticed Gray's expression.
"What?" she asked, already cutting into the steak. "If you are going to sit there looking pleased with yourself, say it."
"I am hungry."
"That is not what that face was." She pointed at him with her knife. "You look like someone who got exactly what he wanted."
Gray took a bite.
The meat was better than it had any right to be.
"I wanted a meal, and I got a meal."
"Correction! You wanted a fight, and you got a draw. Now you are eating my food and smiling." She chewed, swallowed, then leaned forward a little.
"So talk... That body of yours is clearly not at the mid-level of a inucubs. I felt it when you locked my neck."
"You felt a man who did not want to die."
"I felt someone who has been in more fights than he admits." She tapped her glass.
"Incubi do not wrestle princesses in the mud... they entice, spread their pheromones... They make people walk into their own mistakes, and you barely used any of that."
