Ilinca just shook her head, smiling slightly. She'd known Kit for a handful of years, she expected nothing less. Still. At least he was a fun one to be around.
She knocked on the wood beneath her out of reflex. "As soon as you say that, it will happen," she sighed. "Such is the way things always seem to go around here. If I have to start draining shifty looking patrons on principle, Security and the Ringmaster will be cross with me. And I do not want that."