Misha flashes Linda a grin, scooting a little closer to the table. "Not anymore, thanks," she says breezily. Seeing that this wasn't quite all that needed to be said, she drops her voice; "A few prostitutes came in when I was showing Aethon and Jules my singing voice, and when they begged for a more personal concert..." she shrugs. "Well, everyone knows that's how harpies prefer to hunt, right? You ask a harpy you're not already close friends with for a one on one concert, you're practically begging to be birdfood. Aethon had one too," she says, just a liiiittle defensively.