Demon who acts haughty, but turns into a stuttering mess if you give them... that look.
Ruul is sitting at her desk with a clipboard and a pen and a surreptitious book of crosswords, practising looking frosty and unapproachable and uncaring, when somebody walks into her cubicle.
It's ages since anyone came to see her without pointedly knocking, sarcastically treating her like management, and she's simultaneously terrified and furious and craving; and then she looks up coldly and rather spoils her entire pose by dropping the pen, clutching the clipboard to her chest, and audibly squeaking.
Xurbith, hands shoved in the pockets of her slacks, is kind enough not to pounce on her visible weakness the way a fellow succubus would.
"Ruul," she says levelly.
Ruul wonders if she can get away with inching the clipboard further up to cover her face. "Hi?" she says shakily.
"If you keep leaving your underwear on my desk," Xurbith says, "I'll have to clear out a drawer for you at home. Which is a lot, for someone who won't come and talk to me."
Ruul stares at her, feeling her face get redder and redder, then — fuck it — simultaneously slides down in her chair and raises the clipboard until she's hiding behind it.
"Ruul," Xurbith says, patiently, and Ruul whimpers and mutters something even she can't decipher. "Come on. You're the talker."
"I'm a succubus," Ruul groans. "We're simple — libido ergo sum. Throw a handful of magnets in a box, shake it, you get a stuck-together blob — that's how we are. No matter how mad we get at each other, we can't leave each other alone — if I pissed someone off she'd be in my face about it. Probably on my face about it." She risks lowering the clipboard enough to peek over the top, sees Xurbith's eyes, hurriedly hides again. "I can't read you, Xur, I've got no idea what to do."
Xurbith, horribly, makes a simple noise of acknowledgement and just waits.
"I'm sorry," Ruul adds, soft and choked. "I know that's all you really want. I am. You were right and I was shitty about it and everyone's been mean to me for weeks for upsetting you and I just — she got me. I fell for it. Just another stupid fucking succubus after all—"
"You're not stupid," Xurbith says, and Ruul tosses the clipboard onto the floor.
"Then why can't I come and talk to you?" she says, lip quivering.
"Dunno," Xurbith says, and raises an eyebrow. "Why couldn't you just ask me to go to the lakes of fire with you?"
"Can you hand me my clipboard back," Ruul says, but Xurbith snorts instead and scoops Ruul bodily off her chair, sits in it, and arranges Ruul comfortably in her lap.
"Oh," Ruul says, and settles her head on Xurbith's chest. "...Hi."
"I came in here talking about clearing an underwear drawer for you and you sat here wailing that I'm hard to read," Xurbith says kindly. "Hi, Ruul."
