Kennet looked back toward Elia. The witch could be enticing; a well of power as several others amongst the employees were, but her so much more willing to give it. He knew she found her frustrations when he stopped giving her the attention she had so craved previous to the increase in unnatural happenings amongst the Cirque. She went to her Marcus and her pet demon and her Coven to try and work through it. Kennet knew most everything that went on in the Cirque without needing to use much of his power.
"You have never been stopped to show off your costumes before, Elia. I doubt whatever you perceive my likes to be will ever stop that." His ice blue eyes looked toward the door, turning to flames in annoyance. While he had cooled as the Cirque healed, his flame could still be seen from time to time- more often than the past hundreds or years.
"It could wait about as long as you putting away your purchases could." Said with a straight tone and no extra commentary, the words when thought about were precocious.