Upon hearing Jokull's words, Nikita just laughed. Oh, this was rich. He was trying to strike up a deal with her now? Someone was a bit too late on that offer. Shaking her head, Nikita continued to giggle in her own morbid amusement. "You know, as enticing as that sounds, because it really is, I'm going to have to stick to your wife's offer. Can't say no to a lady who wants me to kill her pathetic pig of a husband." And it helped that Nikita couldn't stand men. They were completely worthless and simply cluttered up the space with their existence.
And while she could have shot him right then and there, she opted not to. Not yet. She had been wanting to put Jokull through his own personal hell for ages. And now was the only time to do just that. Taking a step back, she lowered the gun and focused. Roses could do far more than visual and audio illusions if they focused on it, such as sensational illusions. It had been a long while since she used it on someone to torture them, and seeing that Jokull was neither fae-blooded or a vampire, he was going to get a crash course in what a Rose was capable of. Still smirking at him, she concentrated on the illusion, surrounding him with various pains: burning, stabbing, punching, choking, and more. He was fine in reality, but making sure he felt them was all that mattered. Besides, it was always fun to see how victims reacted to them.