a toast, then, to mayhem and worse;

His  concern over the witchfinders was sweet, but that didn't stop her from  uttering a derisive snort at the concept. "Darling, I have my own witchfinders biting my heels. I throw a decent amount of them in my  dungeon for a laugh, if I let them live that long. There's no need to  worry on my behalf." She smirked, pulling down a subtle blue-green thread to match the fabric he was looking at. "Something about the  mention of 'dragon' on my wanted poster, and they come flocking. Keeps things interesting in my opinion."

Lasair listened to his details he recanted for her, but they only made her  turn from the thread rack with a raised brow. "Eyes? Plural? Does that mean the lovely eye I saw during the candidate speech was an illusion, or was it something else?"

She tapped her chin thoughtfully at his offer of more answers. "Now that I think of it, I've never impersonated a mage before. It's mostly been monsters stitched from multiple animals. I wonder if I can...." ....add on magic to her disguises, if she was detailed enough. She hadn't truly tried to branch out yet, had she? She grinned to herself, feeling a small rush of excitement she hadn't had in a while now. If she could fire-breathe as a dragon and bring those cinders with her to her other forms, wouldn't it be so useful to develop her magic beyond appearance? She could take his illusions, his long lived age.....among other things, if she asked the right questions.

She glanced back at Aleister, giving him a winsome smile. What productive, joyous company he was turning out to be. Thank Fortune he was the easy-going type who didn't look too closely into terrible implications of identity theft. "What do you say we turn our shopping trip into an interview over drinks? Get to know each other a little more." She moved over to him and patted his back charmingly, beaming up at him as all the things she eyed and set aside were taken and wrapped for her, purchased on tab and ready to be shipped to her underground lair. "Which is your preference, the Black Jug or the Beggar?"