Hotstuff? [ he blurts out as if he were doing a spittake. the gall on this woman. he doesn't know whether to be impressed or offended. ]

...That mean you got magic? Or is yours different from, uh, his?

[ you know, he won't say it outright-- but you can hear it in his tone, the allusion to Mr. Sylvian Sex Magician.

then she says that and-- cloud scoffs, head turning away. ]

...Not like I have a choice. He'd throw a fit if I let anything happen to you.

[ that is a yes, by the way. ]

Consider it on the house for now. I don't come cheap.