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[kykeon]

[In the old days, men came to Circe, not the other way around. But a great witch knows how to improvise, especially in the name of revenge. Especially in the name of petty revenge.

Expose her disguise in Salem, will he? Well. Can't have Robin Hood being too perceptive and clever, without consequences for his fat mouth. 

Servants may not need sleep, but enough liquor makes them pass out when they put their guard down. She doesn't even need to be too quiet when sneaking into the kitchen, stepping around the scotch and cards from a British get-together. No King Arthur but a few knights, a poet and a pirate. And, ah-ha! An outlaw, with drool sticking poker chips to his cheek. 

Circe taps a finger to her lips. Hm. All men might be pigs, but it wasn't quite fitting in this case....hadn't been grabby fingers, but a quick tongue that had earned him this trouble... a tilt of her head. That russet hair, standing on end, did already put her in mind of a certain bushy creature. Why not complete the look?

Boop!

She taps a finger full of magic right onto his nose and steps back to observe her handiwork. Not cruel enough to earn her deserved scorn - enough to teach him not to blow her cover. And if he was so sly and crafty, than surely, not too hard a task to discover who'd turned his ears vulpine and given him a tail to match that kitsune Caster's? Admirable handiwork, if she will admit that to herself. Perfectly fluffy copper fur even she wants to reach out and pet.

Fufufu. 

Time for a fox to hunt a hawk. And for Circe to spirit herself away before he catches a whiff of her among all the alcohol.]

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make robin clean up

[ludia]

[ wait does spymaster not mean personal assistant ] If you could control yourself then you would not be a wanted criminal. [ point - Nero (?). but a rather unsatisfying point. especially when it's followed by an audible GASP of air. ] Clingy? How dare you! [ that earns a very pointy poke right in his chest, piercing right through all that chest armor. ] Now that you are my spymaster, you must learn the first lesson of servitude - do not bite the hand that feeds you! [ maybe that was the phrase she coined? hm. have him look that one up too.] You cling to me, not I to you! Now! You insist on being on track? [ and his arm's in a death grip, only five of her tiny calloused fingers needed to snap him from a stand still. stay on track? she'll be the one to determine the track! and that was - - was - - where had they been going again..... it'll come to Nero eventually, as long as Robin stopped trying to get her to stop pulling him. ]