“Hahah, it is alright. I respect getting our rules of engagement set out before hand. Claws are fine, biting fine. But please keep in mind that I need to be able to retain decent movement considering my position. Really everything is free game, unless it involves bodily fluids or will leave perminant and or debilitating injury. Blood is fine, I’ve entertained a few who enjoyed hematolangia and if blood type matters, I am B negative and clean. Tested every 2 months because of how active I am.” Taking a deep breath he popped his neck and continued on. “No scat, no emetophilia. Watersports can be debated but 8 times out of 10 it’s going to be a no. Rare circumstances for a yes on that. Red light is my word, and if ignored I will throw you off me but I know you won’t cross those lines.”

Sitting up straighter, he paused like he had to run through a list in his head.

“Oh. I’d rather we not rip these, I’m a fan of my tailored items. But if thats something for the future I do have clothes for those days. You can spit on me, but not in my mouth unless you plan on sharing liquor with it. I don’t mind involving any of our vices like booze or smoking, but mind altering substances like hallucinogenics stay out of it, as well anything that can be laced with ketamine or fentanyl which is unfortunately common in los angeles. No ones had a snow party since 2001 because of the rise of additives.” With his throw away line about coke, he smoothed out his vest as a cocky smirk rested across his face. “Any specifically you need to know about or want to check?”

Sitting up, the older man reached out and waved his hand, opening the door from his desk. His office was shrouded in darkness aside from the light that poured in from the hallway and from the window that illuminated him from behind. It was clear he was having a day, but he wasn’t going to talk about it.

“Sit.” He gestured to one of the chairs infront of him. “We have to go over the trials before we start them.”

Raising his head slowly, he watched her movements, shutting the door behind her quickly so that no one else would follow with.

"Hehheh, you are welcome. And none taken. I am excited to see what your eyes will look like. I have seen blue, yellow, green, orange, but never purple. Maybe you will be the first?" "That sounds like a wonderful idea, my darling," indeed did the Cardinal smile at his daughter's antics, the age lines of his face tilting with his smile, "how about we get Celeste and I will make breakfast for you both? I hardly get to do it as often as I used to since coming here. It is of my favorite ways to spend my time with my family. Anything you want, and I will do my very best for you." He laid a soft kiss to the top of her forehead and pulled her in for one more full hug, "I am so happy that you are back, jacinthe violette. I am sorry that you were scared to come tell me about what had happened during the trip. I do not want you to feel like I am going to yell or harm you when all you wanted was some guidance. I love you, Mara."

(16 resolve) Mara flinched a little at the impact of the bottle to her head, a frustrated 'ow' escaping her. She shivered as the chemicals ran down her neck and back, but granted it was only windex, it didnt cause any chemical burning. She was thankful at that point she hadn't grabbed clorox, or something worse.

She stared up at Matty with a cocked brow (13 resolve) as he whispered his spell. She felt a little push in her head. (9 resolve) She winced with the first push, the awkard feeling of something prying in her head making her very uncomfortable. (1 resolve) As he continued on with his spell the pain became unbearable, causing a nauseating migraine. (19 resolve) Luckily, she didn't vomit, and the pain just as quickly disappated. "Dude, what the actual fuck are you doing??" She hissed. When he exclaimed about needing a memory, she snorted. "Smoke enough pot and you tend to lose it, I hear."

She kicked at him again, this time aiming for his groin. (16 strength) And while she may not be the most super strong person ever to exist, she was fairly certain even a kick that hard could, at the very least, choke him up for a short moment. While he was recovering from that hit, she booted at him again, square in the chest (19 strength). Now that had to hurt, and set the fucker back a bit.