There was a bit of a spark in Untaaura's blue eyes, undaunted by the late hour and the alcohol. He had her.

"Well," she breathed out a wreath of purple smoke, "how doess jit end? Unlesss jyou need to hold that closse to jyourr chesst to deljiverr the full effect. Therre'ss alwajyss motjivatjionss and grrjievancess, and those arre alwajyss morre jimporrtant than how the deed jiss done."