"You are to live with me; the castle is large enough for we two. You may move in your pets, and... your pets. As for your way to your job," Mephisto considered, before pressing a hand to the flat of her chest, just above her breasts, and, although he'd already given her the ability, he seared her chest with his suddenly white-hot palm for effect, for the scent of scalding flesh, and for the sound she would inevitably make.
"You can transport yourself as I do, now. Think it, and you're there."