Snake snorted a laugh. An incubus calling himself after a Biblical character’s pretty entertaining. The irony wasn’t lost on him.

Normally, he’d just say thanks and peace out at this point. But he found himself lingering, wanting to bask in Tiras’ presence longer. What is Tiras’ spell or the fact that he’s someone Snake’s interested in outside of all that? Some combination of both?

Well, it’s not like Snake had anyone to go back to at this party.