Trying to foresee the branching paths of conversation that could emerge, Ithi'Ka struggles to decide the best course.  She could promise riches, or hint at Magus' goodwill, but would that not tip her hand?  She can offer none of this.  This man seems proud... he's already annoyed at something-- possibly a lost bet.  Why not give him a chance to be proud?<br/><br/>Ithi'Ka tips her face back as if indignant.  "Changeling?"  She scoffs, her mouth smirking.  "What good is that?  They can only change so much, no?  A boy with black hair, a boy with red hair, a boy with blonde hair.  What does it matter?"  She licks her lips tenderly, looking aside and down as if remembering a torrent of lovers in her past, her mouth poised to form a word.  "My associate said this would be extraordinary.  And for that, I will pay extraordinarily.  And not only in money... you see, I can get money, or I can get things that money cannot buy.  Like respect... bigger contracts... a piece of the shipping trade."<br/><br/>She leans over closer to the man, smiling dearly.  She wants him to see as little of her as possible, for fear he read the lie in her demeanor or movements.  So she places herself so close that he can smell the sandalwood smell of her skin-- her real skin.  "If your Changeling is really...<i>that</i>... capable, I would pay you very, very handsomely."