"Fishmen ritual records? Is that all you want?"
In the living room on the second floor of 6 Saint Derain Square, Miss Galina looked at Shade with slight surprise.
"You're sure you don't want anything else? I've always been generous with you."
"This is all I want. Please gather as much information as possible."
Shade nodded. It looked as though he was getting the short end of the deal, but in truth, even a single sentence of clues would make this trade more beneficial to him.
"That won't do. This isn't a fair trade. You have no idea how valuable that formula is to me. Come here, Shade. Stand before me."
The Witch beckoned to Shade. Though this was Shade's home, Galina Cavendish was clearly not being polite about it.
"Do you want to grab my hand again?"
Shade asked in confusion, but he still set down the cat and walked over.
Mia stood there, watching Shade.
Yet when Shade came before her, Miss Galina suddenly rose to her feet. The Witch was only a little shorter than Shade. They met each other's eyes at close range for an instant, and before Shade could react, she rose onto her toes, pressed her right hand against the back of his head, and gently kissed his forehead.
"Oh, Miss!"
Shade heard Tifa Servit's startled cry and the cat meowing from the sofa armrest. But before he could feel much of anything, the Witch had already let him go.
A faint blush colored Galina Cavendish's face, and a charming smile played on her lips as she brushed a finger across them.
"Of course, this can't compare to your formula. But I think our relationship doesn't necessarily have to involve a fair trade every time."
"Yes."
The Outlander was briefly at a loss for