Luckily, Elia was intelligent enough to know that she didn't want to be kept at such a distance. To find herself so suddenly, completely disconnected would have been troubling on several levels. She had gotten used to being Kennet's contact within the Coven, had spent years becoming accustomed to bothering him.
"The Coven is something different. Something else," she offered breezily, and that much was true. The casual sexuality between the witches and warlocks was nothing like what she felt in regards to the Ringmaster. Not that Elia was keen to label that in the least.
Especially not just then, with his heat making her cheeks flush and her power hum beneath her skin. Her eyes followed his after a moment, coming to rest on the piece he referenced – an arrangement of delicate chains and tiny jewels. "Another costume you'll never see?" she teased, but felt an immediate sense of loss when he stepped back. He was easily the most frustrating man that had ever been.
"Mm, now I'm supposed to babysit the Puppeteer as well? The wards, and Issac, and keeping the peace between the bone collectors..."