An impish grin spread across Terrance's face. Unbelievable, truly! After such a display of sabotage and discourtesy on his part, Viloet was actually taking it in stride and asking whether or not she was accepted. "You kept a cool head after that, atleast outwardly I can be certain. Yes, I do believe that was a successful interview." He directed his gaze to Grishka and seemed to wave dismissively. "Come now, don't make your new co-worker struggle with that inadequate rag. Do your thing."<br/><br/>Griska strained her eyes to focus upon Terrance for a bit, half glaring. She wasn't learning to bend the laws of physics just to make her job or everyone else's lives easier. Though pay was pay, and debts required it. Pointing at some empty space above the halfling. Muttering words of power, arcane runes danced above Viloet's head, converging into a glowing orb. The orb's presence seemed to emit a negative pressure that drew the copious liquid to it. Off her face, their skin, their clothing, everything seemed to be drawn away; sex fluids, dirt, grime. It had effectively been a soapy bath and professional was job.<br/><br/>"I may have understated Grishka's capabilities." He admitted with a sly grin. Grishka offered only an annoyed sigh in return. He always did this: make the new girl feel inadequate, then try to chase them off. Well, she'd have to give Viloet a proper view of how things really were. "Don't be silly, master." she chimed in. "You practically forbid me to use magic except when prompted like this."