Ah, I know the type well, yes. Some of my own ancestors would parlay with devils for short-term pleasures. Not every Sahelian is made of the correct mettle to lay waste to lesser men.

[ There is no blanch from Akua Sahelian, predictably, perhaps. That his last master killed their twin does not even make her blink an eye — though there is curiosity at the tale. It's sordid, likely emotional for the bearer, and Akua cannot help but think about what a Name could come from that. The Bound Twin. Diabolist. (If She knew Ciel — The Hunted Earl) It spreads before her like a tapestry, the thought of it.

And Sebastian as his fate is... interesting.

She likes it, the thought of it. He can sense her almost leaning forward, that still-sharp smile on her lips. ]

I suspect you could be rather creative with any pleasure one asks for, couldn't you? [ A lilt of teasing in her tone. ]

Well, I will not seek a covenant with you for such pleasure, but do let me know if I come too close to your current... contract. I will do my best to avoid them, or at least dispatch them temporarily, if necessary.

[ Who knows! Maybe Sebastian's current master is. Uh. Powerf — no, I'm sorry, I can't finish it. ]