Isaera smiles. "Not that I'll ever see it on my tropical island... of course life is a pipe dream... who knows what will happen to me in the coming months? I could be murdered... maimed... or worse... offered a real job." She laughs again. "You're so young, Amy... three hundred and seventy years... I'm older even than that... and goddess do I feel it..." She sighs and looks down. "Fortunately I still have the body of a two hundred year old" She laughs again, striking a pose. "If you have the time, I could do with that venom you made for me last time... saved my ass more times than I'd care to admit. Also... any plans on a love potion? There's someone very very gorgeous I'd like to entice and seduce." She smirks slightly, her eyes unreadable.