After a full day of flying at their fastest speed, Abaddon and Malenia were finally nearing the site of their first dungeon.
The dragon was glad to have made it, if for no other reason than to put an end to his fallen angel's pointless questioning.
"What kind of women does master like?" Malenia suddenly asked.
"My wives." Abaddon's answer was short and without delay.
"That's not what I mean!"
"That is the only answer you are going to get."
Malenia thought hard as she flapped her feathered wings rhythmically. "If I don't ask any more personal questions for the rest of the trip, then will you answer?"
"Do you actually believe yourself to be capable of holding up your end of the bargain?" Abaddon wanted to simply brush her off but the promise of total silence was too good to ignore.
"I will! I promise!"
"I suppose... I like kind women."
"Is... that all?"
"That is all that matters."