Or is it?

Laharla smiled, scarf retracting from Etna but not re-covering her. "Flonne can wait, John," she said, looking me up and down like a wolf sizing up its prey. "I really am impressed with you...on many levels. Maybe it's this new body talking but...you're a VERY interesting specimen...well, for a human, I suppose..."

Etna growled, looking ready to strangle the ex-Overlord. "...and I never would have met you if it wasn't for Etna," Laharla went on, turning to the demoness who quickly put her hands behind her back. "...Etna, come here a sec, would you?" Looking suspicious, Etna stepped closer and the two began whispering again.

"Uh...we really should be going after Flonne..." I said hesitantly. This, of course, got no response. They kept talking. Finally they broke away, smiling at me in a way that made me very nervous. "The Princess and I have decided something," Etna declared. "We like you far too much to let our squabbles interfer...so we're willing to share on ONE condition..."

I was going to regret this... "And that is...?" I ventured. "No sex behind each other's backs," Laharla replied. "No secrets. If we go at it, I'm obligated to tell Etna, just like she's obligated tell MEEE!"

The squeal came as a result of Etna's tail slipping up Laharla's shorts. "Oh, one more thing, Princess," Etna cooed. "Since John needs his rest...we'll have to get more...acquinted with one another, if you know what I mean." Laharla's cheeks turned pink. "Th...that wasn't part of the deal...!"