'Hold your guns, cowboy,' chuckled Lasciel. 'I told you I'm not indentured here. They have nothing to tie me to the Parade... They might not like it that I'm pulling out, but unless someone does balk, you have no reason to strike. You don't want to have the entire show on your heels now, do you? I mean, I don't even know all the sorts we have around myself...'<br/><br/>She was lightly caressing down his arm while she spoke, at the end breaking the contact and its spell. 'Norka the troll is my liaison. I'll go let him know. If something goes wrong...' She bit her bottom lip, hard enough to break it and let a bead of blood well out, then leaned in and kissed him lightly on the mouth. The coppery taste of the blood was almost overwhelming, tiny as the quantity was. 'There. An instant link for you. So that you know if you need to bring in the cavalry.' She smirked and sashayed away, the folds of her sari waving half-goodbye and half-follow.