Whether the others, the muscle of the Parade, noticed the gifted spectator, it didn't matter much; Lasciel did. She could have pinpointed him in a bigger crowd of mere mortals than that. She smiled in his direction at her final bow, amid thundering applause, roars and wolf-whistles, then glided away, through the most conspicuous exit, unlike her entrance. If he wanted to go after her, she'd let him know where she was.<br/><br/>What she didn't expect was to bump into Norka, barely out of the tent. The troll didn't bother to stay to the end of her shows. He just turned up at the beginning, to make sure she had the crowd fast, and went about his business. This time he looked serious.<br/><br/>'Where's Sereven?' he rumbled, taking Lasciel by the arm and out of the way. 'It was last seen going away with you. You didn't dust it, did you? I had enough trouble holding back its handler as it is!'<br/><br/>'No, I didn't.' She had seen that coming. 'It wanted a bit of a party, and I gave it one to get rid of it. I assure you it survived the experience.' If Norka didn't know there were Lamiae among the Parade, Lasciel wasn't going to tell him. He could tell if she were lying, so she wouldn't, but that didn't mean she had to tell the whole truth, either.<br/><br/>Norka snorted. He knew only too well the effect that Lasciel's charm could have on other supernaturals. He'd fucked her himself, in all holes, when she'd come under his supervision, and despite the legendary trollish stamina, she had been almost too much. For a doppelganger, the experience could have been suicidal. 'You should stay away from the others,' he said gruffly. 'Good thing you've handed in your dues for the term already.'