"That's the spirit," Riz commented, and she had one of her lackeys untie Jaime's ankles.  Not her wrists, though!  They didn't linger very long, and it seemed like the entire restaurant breathed a sigh of relief as they parted.  Well, not Esther.  She looked miserable.<br/><br/>Riz hummed when Jaime asked her about Esther's debt.  Since they'd left the restaurant, she'd pulled her hood back over her head, and was mostly concealed, but her playful demeanor remained.  "Esther came to me for a favor," she said.  "We can call it a loan, I suppose -- something like a loan.  And, being the kind, generous soul that I am, I agreed!  Esther, though ... Esther has proven to be unwilling to make good on her debts, and unfortunately for her, she has no service she can offer me -- I certainly don't have a garden that needs tending, and -- as I explained -- I don't make a habit of sleeping with whores, even if they're pretty humans."  She shrugged as they walked.<br/><br/>"I told Esther that she could repay me by getting me something I needed.  She told me she would, and she did not.  I've waited enough; now that Esther will earn back what she owes me -- with interest, of course.  There's always interest."