Kennet would hardly argue against the analogy of the Cirque being a hive, but then few hives had two reigning bees. While the Ringmaster gave out orders, rules, and discipline, it was Management's hive. Its personal collection of drones.
"Ms Hernandez is free to rest in the safety of our grounds, though as the contract said we expect something in return. Your hive will be given a job to work here and should any attacks happen on the Cirque by outside forces, we do wish for your hive to help protect ours." While Kennet rarely changed the rules and instructions he gave newcomers to the circus, due to the nature of the creature before him and his proclivity for wording things specifically as he intended them, Kennet felt there were more pressing agreements to be gone over.
Sipping his drink, he placed it on the bar behind him. "Do you wish for something in your own taste?" The Djinn did not share his favoured drink- mostly because it would kill nearly everyone- but had a stash of nearly everything imaginable to offer guests in his trailer.