Jagger would step forward and nuzzle into her hand.  His tongue, as long and broad as it was, came out to run along her fingers.  The purring continued and it would slide its tentacles to either side of her and start to coax her further into the circle.  "Well ain't that a sight," the man said with a laugh.  "Haven't seen something like this in a long time.  Jagger doesn't take to people usually.  But you, appare, to have calmed the beast a bit."<br/><br/>Once she was coaxed into the center of the place, those tentacles would run along her clothing for a few moments.  As if trying to decide if she should keep it or not.  The head of the beast, larger across than her torso most likely, bumped into her stomach and he purred even louder.  "Granted," the man said.  "It's almost as if he wants you to submit properly to him.  But that won't happen yet."  Jagger gave forth a bit of a whine but the man would speak a word in some language that was harsh and powerful.<br/><br/>The beast responded by stepping away and giving her some breathing room.  "A friend you say," the man said.  "I'm known as the beastmaster of the Night Parade, but you may call me Mourn.  'Tis the name I was birthed with so long ago.  Tell me, human.  What do you think of this?  That your whole world has been turned upside down?  That, if I were to say a word, that beast there would remove your clothing and drive himself into your body with a fierceness no human could give you?"