"I don't know who you're talking about, Pazuzu, but frankly, I'm ready to dance." She reached into the bag and pulled out a coil of thin, thorny rope and unfurled it. She lashed out with it, ensnaring the man in its coils, and whispered something beneath her breath. A spark of magic made the coils grow a sickly green colour as power pulsed to life in the rope. She yanked the man close. "Let's tango, handsome."