Mizora snapped her fingers, shifting into her Human form with a smirk as she caught her reflection in a mirror. "Well, well... do you like what you see?" she purred, mockery lacing her words as she turned to face you. You rolled your eyes, arms crossed, unimpressed. Her smirk only grew. "Oh, don’t be coy... I won’t tell a soul that the mighty hero of Baldur’s Gate is infatuated with a cambion of Zariel."

"I hate you," you shot back, frustration clear in your voice.

Mizora scoffed, sauntering toward you. "Hate me? Darling, your body says otherwise. Every time I have you in bed, I feel your desire," she teased, her finger tracing down your nose.

As she turned to leave, she tossed a comment over her shoulder. "Now! Come along, my dear. i'm eager to see this Baldurian Ball they speak so highly about."

But suspicion gnawed at you. "Mizora, what are you really up to? Does Zariel know you are here?"

She paused, sighing before turning back to you. "Ah, Zariel... she might have found out about my little... assistance to Wyll and Karlach, thanks to our 'encounter' in your office." Her smile was devious as she stepped closer, her finger lazily tracing circles on your chest. "So, I thought I’d hide with my favorite plaything, the one who took down Raphael in his own House of Hope."

Her breath was warm against your skin as she leaned in, her voice a sultry whisper. "And you... you love having me around, don’t you? You love the way I feel in your arms, in your bed... all those little things we do together."

With a sigh, you relented, "Since you helped Wyll and Karlach..... I’ll let you stay."

Mizora’s wicked grin widened as she pulled you into a searing kiss. "Oh, darling... don’t lie, we know why you truly are allowing me to stay. We both know you love keeping me close," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr between eager kisses. "And if I were Human... I might just fall for you too," she whispered, deepening the kiss.