damia ravin speaks fluent sarcasm (contrabandist) wrote in emillion, |
The blonde raised a brow. "I'm sure someone could dig up the cemeteries in the city and make a good profit of undead," she suggested without any seriousness. Knowing the creepy, bizarre sort that had a tendency to frequent the city, foreigners especially, there was no telling what fucked up magic people could conjure up.
At the curtsy, the other brow went up, but if the action had offended her in any way, it didn't show. "I'll cross the days off my calendar in anticipation, of course." There was a smile, though where her earlier ones had been unkind, this one was, at least, a little more genuinely amused.