"Indeed we do," she agreed easily, a hint of darkness seeping into her smile, "And I expect, if they should get rowdy, that our games are far more final than theirs are." Nothing a good exorcism couldn't cure. They could easily send all those ghostly bastards back to the Hell they belonged in should they act out.
But his frown reflected in her expression and she suddenly wondered what games Byron had been playing with his poor grand-childe. "Humans are toys. Not our kind. When it comes to the better species, I prefer a mutual enjoyment," Juliette hoped that provided him some comfort. Byron was not her boss and it had been a request - one that she was choosing to ignore for now.
She clicked her tongue slightly, frowning at his flinch. What had happened to this poor, beautiful creature? But she could at least guess at the bigger picture. It was something she had done for a long time - that flinching. Her heart broke for him. However, she did not drop her hand, simply keeping her touch in the one spot and sweetly stroking his skin. "There is plenty to do in a circus. What other skills do you have? Juggling? Acrobatics?"