"Three centuries," Rose countered. The risk was, of course, that they'd both likely still be alive when the time limit was up, but Rose didn't see herself with the Cirque forever. In three centuries she was as likely to be long gone as anything else.
She didn't give ground when he stepped close; she wasn't going to be intimidated on the steps of her territory. "And you'll not only leave the victims with me, you'll leave them minimally harmed. Nothing beyond what's necessary to feed."