She'll try to convince Calcott she wants a friend with a body

The path forward seemed simple enough and yet... Clara was somewhat hesitant to act upon it. The puzzle had an answer that was guided by logic, yet would sound completely illogical when spoken aloud. Still, speaking it out loud was exactly what she'd need to do to proceed. "Mistress Calcott... I do not mean to question your wisdom-" the cleric began, then winced as the head-hungry pipsqueak shouted over her.

"Then don't!" Calcott turned her nose up, then watched out of one eye. "But do. It's the duty of the wise to hear what their bimbo priestess friends have to say about their wisdom."

"B-Bimbo?" Clara questioned, lowering her eyebrows indignantly. There weren't many in Merridan with enough guts to call the head priestess of the holy church a bimbo... this was a new experience for her. "At any rate, I was only going to mention that there are significant benefits to having a friend with a body instead of only their heads. Even as far as... sexual satisfaction is concerned." What did this naive princess know about sexual satisfaction? Not a lot... but enough to know that you could get more with a partner that wasn't a head with nothing below the neck.

"Well... duh! I know that! But if I give the heads their bodies, they'll just run away! They won't be slaves at all!" The red-headed dullahan crossed her arms at her chest and pouted. "The Demon Lord says we all get slaves if we help him get victory over the whole kingdom... but have you seen the size of the whole kingdom?! It's huge! Attacks are going a little better other places, but the capital's got too many soldiers and Merridan's got their big dumb barrier... So I said: why not get my slaves right now? I said that because I'm the smartest fighter in the Demon Lord's army! Booow before my wisdom! Ho ho ho ho ho!"

The dullahan sure could ramble when it came to her superiority complex. Clara was starting to understand why not only humans, but also demons, seemingly, avoided this cabin in the woods. "But that's what is so great about friends, my child... if you're friends with somebody, they won't have any reason to run away. Then the two of you can enjoy those... activities... freely, without any worry about the other, say, trying to push his or herself across the floor with their tongue to freedom."

"Ha! I started shutting my doors every time I go out in order to stop that very problem!"

"..."

"... So... So what are you saying? That if my slaves had bodies, they would be able to do other stuff than just... 'praise my cunning'?"

Clara nodded, her blonde hair waving gently with the motion. "Except, again- not if they were slaves. A friend would be a much more effective sexual partner than a ****."

"Would not!"

"I am quite certain they would."

"Wouldn't!"

"I understand your pride in your tried and true method, but-"

"Wouldn't wouldn't wouldn't wouldn't!"

"Would so!!" Even Clara found herself arguing back like a child in the face of the dullahan's inane protests. She pressed her fingers to her temples then sighed deeply. She was beginning to think that Geod was just laughing his ass off watching her deal with this situation after all... maybe this whole series of trials was simply to make her crave the normal life within Merridan's walls?

Calcott stamped her foot again, then held both fists at her side, bristling and trying to stand to Clara's height by rising to the points of her toes. "Okay! I'll concede that a **** with a body is probably better than one with a head in some ways! That's why you're going to be my **** with a body! But there's no way that a friend is better than a **** when it comes to sex! An idiot with a body will just do everything all wrong... I'm a warrior genius, okay? A genius knows what she likes waaay better than any friend would!"

Clara sighed, then stepped forward, placing one hand on the young demon's shoulder. Her smile was a bit more awkward than she intended for it to be. "I would be willing to personally demonstrate to you the advantages of being on a good relationship with a friend with a body..."

The dullahan gulped; her eyes were only a bit above chest-level with Clara, meaning that those huge knockers of the high priestess were right at her detachable-head-level. "Well.... Weeell...!"