ooc: So sorry, I've been sick as a dog this past week. D:
Yes. It was sinking in now; the implications, the untapped potential, the possibilities. She could see it in his face.
"Yes," she agreed, as she raised her own glass towards him with a self-satisfied smile, "I am." As she drank, Pheme felt a small thrill of victory. True, he hadn't agreed to anything yet, but all that just came down to details. She had him. She was sure of it.
She set the glass down, folded her legs again. "See, the way I see it, you and I both want to shake things up around here. Knock some of these old gods off their pedestals and their high horses. You know I've got enough dirt to bury 'em all. And if you can get control of the MIBs, then we'll have the manpower as well."