Kennet's jaw tightened at her words. She might not have remembered their night and he had wiped the memories twice over to be rid of that show of weakness in his distance, but Kennet knew that little things deep, deep in her subconscious still heard the echoes. "Ringmaster to Coven. Let it go."
His gaze moved from her face down her form under the shadow blanket. It was not the time. A part of him regretted the previous act as Management preferred he be aware at all times, but then, at that time he had been attempting to break his bindings and his contract.
That idea became uncertain with the new development. Breaking his chains would leave the Cirque and the creatures collected within it to far more dangers. Kennet would never have cared, but with her talisman in his hand he was reminded that he had also never been the type of Djinn to create needless death.
The moments of his past that Elia had been witness to made him wonder if he could ever be that Djinn again, not thinking twice of sleeping with humans and supernaturals. No. He had ar too many problems to deal with right now. If she lifted her head and started pulling at his pants, he might have relieved some uncommon stress, but then he doubted she would do.