When Kass declined the spellcasting, the priestess sniffed haughtily and reached out as if to tug the man along and past. Her reflex seemed to leave, but then she studied Kass's expressions and listened intently, made another haughty face, and declared, " 'Tis not magic to mindread, just for me to sense when statements made aloud are lies. Too bad you're not a fellow spellcaster who would recognize the spell for what it is by the gestures and syllables of the casting itself-" she studied Kass as she said it, and Kass would realize the statement, though factual as to the nature of spellcraft, was motivated not to educate but to try to fish out of Kass's reaction whether she was in fact a spellcaster, or perhaps goad some reply to that effect. "But, hmm, know that even without magic I can read between the lies. Thus I strongly advise against it. Let us see, then, if you are who you say you are..."<br/><br/>"Pro bono, hm?" the man chuckled and reached to his own belt buckle. He seemed a bit less skeptical, not so much because he seemed too naive for scams or ambushes to occur to him as he seemed supremely confident in himself despite such things, and rather aroused by now besides. "I've a bone to share with ye in turn. You shall do the swallowing, young thing, mouth too full to give us any lies to swallow in any case."<br/><br/>He moved toward the same dressing room, while the lady moved to the front of the shop, flipped the sign in the sole window so the cursive 'CLOSED' which had faced them now faced outward, exchanged with an 'OPEN' (each word, it would be noticed, was stylized as if a pair of lady's legs open or closed around the word). She bolted the door, while her mate slipped through the indigo curtain, leaded back against the mirrored outer wall, and opened the front of his pants. From the illusory black trousers or looser, real sable leggings, an organ jutted rather than hung. Quite erect already, it stood forth of moderate girth but rather uncanny length to match the man's own height.