Moussette frowned at the mention of her servant. In truth the Voodoo Mama had hoped for something more, but if her guest was curious then who was she to decline such a simple question. "He is of my servant now. The fool had the gall to lay a hand on me, a mistake he will never again make." The news of the dead witch piqued the Queen's interest, but the mention of a ban on magic was far more shocking. To think anyone would be foolish enough to proclaim such a thing...but the little one seemed to speak the truth about the other witches being to afraid to act. "No one commands Queen Moussette, not even the King of the city. Yet if the others have been cowed into submission than it serves them right."
Moussette's mind wandered as she tried to remember the last time she actually dealt with another witch, but when no memory could be found from the last century she simply dismissed it. "You will find no love lost between myself and the so called witches of New Orleans, little sister. For a century and a half they have come to my domain, begging to be taught the old ways yet almost all were sent away...though a few may have met a far worse fate." A wicked smile crossed her face as she thought of her pet crocodiles, and laughed when the image of a pleading witches played within her mind. "Over the years a few have brazenly tried to steal from me, but now they are nothing more then my pets."