[ Akua wonders what it is, to be so easily led astray? Howl may be drowning in her -- and Akua knows that it is easy to do, given the cut of her dress, of the way she moved, the way she arched her back, leaned her hip into his hand, the way she tipped just right to offer him a sight of her plunging neckline. Akua had learned to use her body in such a way that nobody should be able to resist. (The Warden, of course, being a noted exception to the rule.)

Her lips quirk. ]

Will I receive yours in return? [ She asked, before she leaned into him as they walked. ] I should know whom I can call, when the mood strikes.

[ She looked up at him, golden eyes fixated on him, the deepness of it something that could swallow him whole. ]

You may call me Akua, in return. You should know it now, so that you know which name to speak in benediction, later.

[ As if Howl had any doubts. ]