Lasciel remained silent, the only indication that she had heard him being the canting of her head to one side, which swept her braids down over her shoulder. Cheeky so-and-so, she thought. A familiar! Can I bind you and make you work for me, if you don't mind too much? As if she hadn't...<br/><br/>She stopped that train of thought short. That was a long time ago, and she was still struggling with the unforeseen consequences. He certainly had a fair amount of power, she could feel as much. But binding something was easy. It was the unbinding that she was interested in.<br/><br/>'You flatter me,' she said finally, her voice a rich modulated contralto that suited her perfectly. 'But I'm currently contracted otherwise and I doubt I can take on another engagement. Unless you have some way to go around that...?' There, magickal servitude debated like a corporate contract. Never say that supernatural creatures cannot adapt to circumstances.