That ain't dancing, Sally

She snorted at his comment, unable to resist muttering, "Sounds like some family, then." Even this wild woman couldn't fathom what the rest might be like. A strange sort, bent on ruling the world. Yes, that was at the very least unlike any family she'd met before. Iskra would not soon forget of their existence.

A soft wind caressed the flower much like she had, and Iskra stole a sideways glance to look out at the other herbs waving in tandem and the wall in the distance. That looked like it needed to be climbed and walked on asap, yes it did. She returned her gaze to him with an easy smile on those dark lips, blue eyes sparkling. Patiently the woman awaited his response, trying not to let her impulsive nature take the lead lest she start to give away how forced this patience might be.

Shrugging and giving him the most impish look possible she cooed, "I suppose you'll have to trust me not to be unreasonable," Batting those long lashes, Iskra brightened when he accepted, "Fabulous! Perhaps if all goes well we may have a recurring deal?" Her paw remained over the plant a moment longer before she at last released her hostage and pranced away a few steps. "I hope you'll find I'm not all that unreasonable though. I'll even go so far as to stipulate that you may deny totally outlandish requests, since I'd not put it past a sensible man to deny them even if I did not allow for such a thing. However," yes, that's right, she wasn't done yet, "I think it would be entirely fair to also stipulate that if I am of greater service I might increase the value of the favors I may ask for. Sound fair? You're free to propose anything else you like so long as I'm making amendments to this deal."