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"words all fine an' good, bèl nonm," erzulie rejoined in honeyed tones, her mismatched eyes trained brazenly upon the redhawk, "but dat stray be ten times yo' strengt'." whether or not it was true was of no account to the harlot; if she was to play babysitter to the striking redhawk while the bushido was away, so be it. may she also find diversion.
presently, erzulie extended herself into a bow with a small sigh, curving her spine until her eyes half-lidded with the physical pleasantry of it. the courier went observed but unaddressed; she had no interest in bandying heavy-handed threats with him.