The Advocate had to admit, to Cassius at least, that she was somewhat surprised when she heard a shot ring out… somewhere in the vicinity. With both of the young Madames gone she probably ought to have gone to look then. She was, however, busy and certain that Ancilla girl had enough of a face on her to deal with any potential Ad Gustum shooter. Armed with tongs and something that looked not unlike an oversized scalpel, she had a tongue to cut out. That particular agreement had been signed and Salvatrix did not back out of her deals; danced around the wording until they suited her far better, yes, but never break them. Her brief consideration over whether or not the master of this merchandise would have wanted her anaesthetised conveniently slipped her mind when it occurred to her the shooting had not yet ended. Where was Ancilla? ‘Won’t be down here, now, will she?’ “No.” Irritating mortal. The child whose tongue she had stretched out gave her the apprehensive stare of someone who thought their torturer was talking to herself. With a tight smile, the demon cut the blessed thing off and stepped out of the cell to let her choke on her own blood while someone woke the healer up.
When someone started screaming outside of business hours it could usually have been said Domina was doing it for a kick or perhaps Tanith had finally snapped, but truth be told, it rather sounded like Tanith. Dropping the blade on her office desk, she fed the tongue to Cassius and seized the cup of tea that had been awaiting her. It was still hot -- at least that was one thing. Now to find Tanith--Ah. Of course. The vampire. It could hardly be said Salvatrix was hurrying. She did not particularly need to, perhaps especially not with Cassius making sure he got there first. Though the alligator only wanted the chance of food and she did not think he would be noticed if the fight had escalated to Tanith’s screams. Mostly, the Advocate was a touch annoyed that someone was trying to kill slaves -- or indeed, staff -- that were not on any sort of roster to be put down.
“What a pretty mess.” If the sound of her heels, the flickering lights or the alligator had yet to alert either of them to her presence, she had made them aware now. She could not have been less impressed if she had tried -- with either of them -- though her tone suggested a certain curiosity. Taking a sip of tea, the lost vial of blood mounted the air and rolled softly into her free hand. “Let her go, Alistair.” It was a command, though she sounded like a bored parent going through the same ordeal with the same delinquent. “Before I fill your cell with something far darker than this little thing,” she added, giving the vial a distinctly unimpressed look. She would concede it could kill flies.
‘Or you can go on and make both ladies wait,’ Cassius pointed out with an almost jolly tone that sounded wrong in a lizard of his size and demeanour. Especially since he just wanted to see what his demon would do if she was ignored. Her tail cracked against the floor at the very thought.