"Enough! I did not ask for your opinion of the human, nor does your opinion matter. I let your beloved go so why to you continue to press the issue?" Moussette sighed with frustration before taking a sip of her drink, and she listened to the little witch continue on about her duty to side with the witches but Moussette held no love for the witches of New Orleans.
The girl was persistent to say the least, and the Voodoo Mama smiled slightly as she continued to listen. At least the little witch had fire, fire and a back bone...and that was a rare combination indeed. The more she watched the little one go on, the more Moussette felt a combination of annoyance and a touch of pride. It had been too long since she had talked with a witch that carried herself well, but the company did little to soothe the old witch's frayed nerves at having been torn from her home.
"You amuse me little sister. While I will not side against the king of the city, nor will I jeopardize my club for the sake of a handful of cowed witches...However, I will offer you a place among my court. You, you who are not one of them I will count as my own, and as a boon you may ask one thing of me. If it is within my power than it shall be yours little sister!"