Midnight pouted slightly. "Yes, but I don't want to let her get away. She is mine, after all... just like you," the drow said, possessively, playfully biting the elf a little harder.<br/><br/>"That... might be possible. I'd need to make a copy, and send it off to the engineers, but... it's not impossible. It might not work, though. They don't always work for her."