There was certainly something that Terrance desired in Viloet. Perhaps he saw something unique in her. He<em>deffinately</em>saw something unique on the outside. "If you want the short answer, yes." But it seemed bending the laws of reality was wearing at her confidence. "Grishka is still learning, otherwise I doubt she'd succumb to my employ. She lacks the 'punch' so to speak, to confer her effects on anyone who doesn't consent to them within my home." Grishka shifted uncomfortably as almost every edge she had was effectively nulled. "Add that her own effects last barely minuets." Yep, that was all of them.<br/><br/>To call Grishka jealous was hardly fair. She didn't mean to insult the creature, but she was covetous of the other woman's proprtions. Imitation is the highest form of flattery, right? Still, she could see that damage was done and repairations were in order. Grishka deftly intercepted Terrance's efforts to assist Viloet in donning her armor. "Maste~er," she addressed, with a hint of admonishment to her tone, "you always tie such things too tightly! Allow me," she insisted as she adjusted the back to loosen what he had already done. For a thoughtless maid, Grishka took great care in the placement, fit and security (rather than just tight) of Viloet's top.<br/><br/>"Very well then," Terrance stood, secured his pants and took the small step from the opposite couch, moving to set it by the door. "Feel free to let yourself out. Wouldn't want you to feel trapped in here." He announced before moving upstairs again.<br/><br/>Inspecting the message on the parchment only yielded the message: "Wilhelm, I need the usual for this one. Use something comfortable and durable. Warn her about your methods before hand.<br/>-T.V.U."