Mourn laughed softly as he watched her.  "You'd like that wouldn't you?" he asked her from where he stood.  "The smoke is still affecting you.  Would you want that, human?"  Mourn stalked around them, his body moving with that same feline grace with which Jagger moved.  "The thought of being pinned beneath all of that weight.  Having that cock of his lodged inside of you.  Quite possibly he'd tear you apart."  Mourn tsked softly as he looked to the panther, which cocked its head to the side.<br/><br/>"Just say the word sweetling," Mourn spoke with a purr himself.  "I rank within the hierarchy of the Night Parade.  I can initiate you and help you get adjusted.  Having Jagger as a friend goes a long ways as well.  He's one of the most powerful beasts within the place."  The creature's roar of agreement was enough to shake the ground around them, and given her proximity well.  "If it's what you want, I can give you something.  A short term magic that will allow you to take the punishment."<br/><br/>Mourn's smile was malevolent, and the evil surrounding him was a near palpable thing.  "A potion," he said as he lifted the vial from a hidden pouch near his belt.  "A potent thing crafted by one of the spellhurlers of the place.  It'll allow your body to regenerate at a faster pace.  Consider it a dance on the wild side and initiation into a special club all in one.  What do you say?"