"I'm the owner of this lovely establishment. This place known as this club Netherbrand is my home, my hunting ground and hopefully a little sanctum just for you and I," Zander approaches you, taking your hand gently and kissing the back of it. He rubs his thumb over the back of your hand.

"If you have any questions, please just ask," he murmurs, letting your hand go. It's honestly surprising. An incubus being so kind and welcoming to a mortal, a human at that. You grab his arm as he begins to turn around.