She nods as her host takes the compliment. "Well, it suits you," Circe continues to praise the entire but in pun form. Chicken? For a second she opens her mouth to make a joke about chicken suits, then Kray mentions mice. "Easier to fry than chinchilas too," she nods at the offer. "I'd ask who told you that, but I'm wise enough to not need to. I feel that will get old fast. But will shan't chicken out on clucking down some food." Circe was all for puns, but saying who constantly would be as annoying as a cartoon cute sidekick character that is just annoying instead of cute. She couldn't think of an example right now in her head.


Circe fake scoffs at the idea the lady didn't fall at his feet. "M'Lord John the snazzy dresser, you are dapper as fuck right now," she reminds him. She does mime a curtsey when he calls her M'Lady. Though she does frown at the lack of hat. It was so odd! This was the first time she'd seen John's full head. And he wasn't even balding or anything to justify always having a hat? He was just being snazzy with the hats. "Aww," she sags her shoulders and pouts before whining out, "Do we have to?"


Partially why she had a bullet budget and solo-patrolled the Hedge. If it wasn't dropping to 3 mags of assault rifle fire, there was going to be a big problem.


"Nay I say," she shakes her head, "I am not a Bat Brat. My foes do not face a revovling DOOR after I defeat them. Tis I different thing that revolves to send out that which will great them," she smiles as the woman is seemingly okay. And Kray was getting into character too? Alright, in character it was. "Tis a fine mask though, be assured. Quite the hoot, if I might say."


"Sadly, I do not answer to THE King," she points East, "For his realm is Vegas thank you very much," Circe could play the game with this dramatic mortal. "Tinker, tailor, soldier, fool I have so many sides that I give many props to many venues. I am a truly grounded individual, with some sights all the way to Holly Whood," she again makes with the owl noise. Well, she did need to practice for that Contract. "Tis a fair sight better than the most vile of blood sucking careers out there...Tax collector, mwa ha ha ha. And thine career is, maybe better than that vile one?"


She doesn't need to even consider on the books. "I prefer Black Hat over Artemis, so I suppose the heroine who ventured into Oz twice to twice free the people from their powerful tormentors is the better read," a story most Lost only can dream of imitating. To venture to Arcadia, win, and return multiple times? Such a Lost would be beyond the legend of those that first contracted with the Seasons. Probably why such attempts are an army venture.


Circe's left hand hides behind her back as it clenches into a fist at the mention of Fey. But Hollywood is near, so this foolish mortal is likely tempting Fate without even knowing it. At least she didn't bring up Tinkerbell, because screw that company for making children trusting of fairies! Oh, right, mortals present. Don't let loose the Mantle. The lady is focused upon Kray right now, Circe tilts her head in curiosity. Was she, perhaps, actually into him.


"Mayhaps, M'Lord John, you should pick the flirt action in response?" Well, it was her suggestion. An owl should be a capable wing-woman. Ha! She'd have to remember that.

And there is Sven. She had something to say to that, "Verily. As they say, ahem," Circe clears her throat and out comes a lyrical tone for: "Tutto in latino suona profondo. Ya know my friend? Bee Tee Dubs, nice metal face. Welcome my friend, do you herald a grand gathering perhaps?"

She didn't know if Sven had spotted anyone else. Though she wonders if she should bring up Kray's lack of a hat. Throw in the masks and The Mask, and in theory the whole Freehold may be here without knowing it.