As Verdania leaned forward, Magda turned back to face her, their faces ending inches apart as the Sister spoke. Her voice, quite, calm, certain, let Magda know that yes, she had found a limit. She hid her reaction to the idea, the humiliating notion of being spanked in front of her crew, with a lopsided grin, and raised her hands. "Hey, hey, 'm just playing!"<br/><br/>The grin quirked at Verdania's wink, and Magda sat back, heart beating a little faster. She almost missed Stigga's comment, and Magnus' reply to her question took a second to sink in. Then - a witch?! But Verdania seemed to think it alright, and she should should know. In any case, both Stigga and Magnus seemed to have the right idea about this, so with a little trepidation she raised her glass to the nobleman's toast, the savages words.<br/><br/>"Family, sure. All of us, against the Emperor's enemies! Like I said, we're a tight crew or a dead one, and I know which I'd rather!"