Samuel laughed.  "I'm adept enough," he simply said.  Unlike many practitioners of the darker arts, he didn't brag.  Didn't act upon bravado.  Merely did what he did and moved on.  "I'll deal with him alone, I don't wish to see his reactions with you around," he continued.  "It'll be difficult enough with simply myself there.  His holy words and the like will certainly feel less than pleasant.  Not to mention all of my wards will be for naught against it.  I'm skilled, but the blessed spells and weapons they employ bypass most of my works with little effort."<br/><br/>The look down at her angled neck, his hand reached up to run along the column of her neck.  "As far as attempting to break the contract, that will be more on you than myself.  I'm a lawful individual for the most part, and I abide by the rules that magic possesses.  So if you wish to do so then by all means."  The stroking along her neck never stopped, even as he let his fingers move up into the hair at the back of her skull, kneading as tenderly as a newborn kitten.  "However, I'm quite vicious and the test of wills would be quite a sight."<br/><br/>His gaze fell down along her body, sighing softly as he took in the sight of her.  His desire was palpable, a thing that scented the air for her, surely.  "Do as you wish, change or not.  I do desire you, to lie and try to say otherwise would be foolish.  So you lead the way.  My wards are prepared to deal with the consequences of whatever may come."