Ask Forgiveness, Beg Permission

Tsking gently under her breath, the goddess wagged her finger at him with a wink. "Now darling where is the fun in that?" She scoffed slightly, though her expression was still one of patient amusement. It made sense that with their short lives the mortals needed guidance...but that was part of what she liked about them so. Their compulsiveness. Their freewill. Their shortsighted needs and wants. It was all so adorable. So no, she'd not put words in Bastien's mouth merely to have them parroted back to her. Even now as Bastien's eager and masculine subtext rifled through the air, Safrin didn't abuse him of his hopes. "Anything?" She whispered whimsically, tossing her head back with a silvery laugh, and shaking her head. Mortals were so predictable. Men even more so. "I shall keep that in mind. Though perhaps there is something you might do.." Opening her palm three more necklaces appeared of the very same sort she'd given Ronin and Bastien. Well. Almost the same anyways. These were smaller and the insignia of the eye perhaps not quite as bright. Other differences as well that the artist wouldn't notice. "For those you truly deem worthy." Before she handed them over, the goddess tilted her chin upwards slightly with a warning. "But do be careful darling, I would not see these fall into the wrong hands." Safrin The devil is not as black as he is painted