A nod, jerking and stilted. The Doll's will subsuming what she can of the Curse. Paired with a wide, fake, smile, lips opening as she laughs her empty sounding laugh. "THough perhaps I wish for such an easily planned upon instance, but for some entertainment." A wide smirk the Wraith coils, and thirsts.
"Perhaps a meeting could be arranged, you cannot always rely on...chance." The Goddess only offered so much before growing displeased with someone's greed.
Sounds good! This has been a fun little scene.