He leaned back slightly, crossing his massive arms over his chest, looking every bit the bored tyrant.
"One hundred and fifty," she hissed, the number sounding like a curse.
"Do the math, Lilith. It's not that complicated," Rex teased, a glint of dark amusement dancing in his eyes. "The foursome multiplier increased the base rate by three times."
"The two pregnancies? Those unlocked free skill selections."
"And your little succubus 'passive' contributed a measly one hundred and fifty additional points at encounter resolution. It's a rounding error, really."
Lilith bolted upright.
She sat up with the frantic, uncoordinated energy of someone whose brain had reached full consciousness while her dignity was still stuck in REM sleep. Her hair was a catastrophic nest of tangles, a testament to the inadequacy of the decorative cushion, and her wings were still half unfurled in a disheveled, awkward sprawl.
