[Lady's brows shoot up. They've been speaking for all of five or ten minutes and this person wants to get dragged off to a place she's never been before than return to the place she knew? That's... telling. It also sparks a genuine flicker of sympathy in the vixen.

Not that it's going to change what she has to say.]

Of course, Ecks. I would have you come and dance with the children of Elance beneath my tapestry of stars.

[And Ecks can do her dancing while Lady is high-tailing it away before the woman can catch wise to the fact that she's been tricked.]

Tell me, though. Is the place of numbered subjects and four gods really so terrible?