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His words were met with a glare, Viskani's demeanor growing cold once again. "Tousaint, mind your manners and remember where you stand here." Her words were calm, but stern. "If you cannot see the intention in such a decision then we have nothing to discuss."

Crossing her paws she looked to Faust, smiling softly. "Goodnight, Tousaint." She dismissed him rather nonchalantly.

Often she thought highly of the boy, enjoyed her conversations with him. She had nearly forgotten the nature of their relationship - the caution she had told herself to exercise on their first meeting.

Tousaint would make a good Iris, yes, but not unless he learned his place.