He raised an eyebrow, looking at her, and waited for a moment, simply holding her gaze, seeing what she would do to such an impassive gaze. He could feel that she wasn't a magic user, which meant she was not, despite her half implied words, an actual gift. She was a plant, a spy. However, she would know he would know, but he could play this game with the best. "Very well, I will meet your former mistress there."<br/><br/>He was pretending to not have noticed the fact that she never said she wouldn't serve only him, it would make her far more useful to him. He summoned up a few items for her to consume and drink, before taking one of the two glasses for himself. "Tell me about yourself, and what you can do for me now that you are part of the group."