"I lurk in the darkness," Luna said, standing up and wiggling her fingers towards him like she was a witch casting a spell. She wandered over slowly - the living room/dining area was huge and she didn't want to shout. "Do you need something? Or," she added, "does she need something?" As always, Luna was ready to act on literally any mad whim her mistress might have for her, whether it be the most specific and pornographic of sex acts or the impossibly vague 'find out if that shop I like has restocked that skirt'.