"Indeed. May your Celestial host remain safe and with happiness to spare."<br/><br/>Atelia smiles, waving before turning to her fiends. Turning professional again, she resists the urge to hold Reaver's hand, knowing she would prefer to keep her reputation as being tough and unfriendly. She does, however, deliver a sharp smack to Nightshade's left buttock.<br/><br/>"I know what you've been up to, you minx. You may ask her, without the use of magic, for a single kiss. If she consents, and is willing to let a little of her soul be siphoned off, then you may do so. But you are not to be greedy. Understood?"