Unbound both would have an everlasting battle, power against power with no one to hold back their reigns. Their leash holders would not know what to do and would likely die in the process. Though Kennet was unsure whether Management could die, he would not mind trying when that day came. For now, Kennet had the upper hand as he held the leash to the one holding Naamah's. His contract allowed him more power as long as he followed management's orders.
Icy cold eyes gave no reaction to the succubus as she molested his clothing. She was not the first, nor the last, to believe she could play his games. Leaning in, he left a breath between their lips, giving her a small taste of the energy held beneath his flashy exterior. "You would be fed for a millenia, succubus. How boring would that be?" He said, keeping the small distance between their mouths set, whether she moved or not.
"As you prefer," he continued, releasing her neck to grab ahold of the shirt she wore and tearing it off of her. None but the employees would be able to step inside the costume shop, and they should know better than to interrupt him. Turning his back to her, his gaze looked around at the racks of clothes until he found something she might keep on her body.
"When there are not customers about you can run around naked if you please, but you have a job here- I know you'll enjoy dressing others- If you are out during show hours you will be dressed in something more befitting our Circus." It was not a question or general statement, it was a demand said in a bored tone.