Again, tendrils of smoke curl from Epiros' nostrils, the only evidence of any stirrings of emotion on his draconic face. After a moment, he dips his head, allowing another pair of smoky wisps to escape. "Are you certain of her capability, Laryon? So far as I have seen, her magic only works on those she's sexually interested in, after all," he comments in a completely bland tone, as if discussing nothing more important than tomorrow's weather would be to an accounting clerk. "Perhaps those rays she is so fond of might serve in breaking down this impediment to our exploration? Or must I fetch the chestnuts out of the fire again?"