"Oh. Well, I'll take your word for it," Vesper commented as he cast an eye over the ritual area. His wife would not appreciate him bringing a succubi home. Though he didn't see any. He would cling to that ignorance like a shield. If he didn't see it, he wasn't taking it home.

A cultist tried to fight Vesper binding his hands behind his back. The cultist was the winner of a left cross that should have made his eyes rattle. "No demonic baby-making for you."

He bent over to get the cultist's hands bound.