[h2]Lotte Blackthorn[/h2]

Clearly, this wasn't Lotte's day. Her cynical smile soon melted in a neutral stance once the ploy was revealed. She wasn't staring at some magician trapped in a child's body. This kid was THE magician. The one he had shared many than a meal with, situated right to next to the king he had once been his most steadfast support.

"Merlin..." Her lips said in a low, almost hushed whisper, as her eyes narrowed, the full weight of the situation and the magician's laughter weighing upon her mood. "...of course it had to be you." She finally added, her stance somewhat recovering as she leant forward, eyeing the tiny magician. "You're not that much better, ever if it claims it part of your plan." She let her cynical smile grow back, as she straightened herself, wiggling herself back into her chair as if it was some kind of overgrown cat. Lotte cursed mentally the succubus body's ticks and mannerisms.

"The mind is a plaything of the body, isn't it?" She half-admitted to Merlin's comment of no longer having the flesh cravings. "At the very least, this saves me having to...drain someone else to reach my goals. Even if my body likes that diet, I certainly do not." She added, folding her hands in front of her. Her eyes peeked into Merlin's own visage, examining the situation.

"Both of us have had enough of it, yes? I can see that. You trapped in a tree, and myself, even though my later attempts into redemption, being turned into this." She added, with a deft motion...and began to cup her bosoms. Damn demonic ticks, she cursed inwardly.

When the adult puppet sprung forward, Lotte made no attempt to grab the pen, instead she lifted a finger cheekily, as she began to spin and spin it. Magical flames materialized on the tip of her nail. "Even so... this body, despite not being as fit for swordmanship as my old one, it has a series of perks which aren't so bad after all." She smirked as she pointed the magical energies, searing slightly the contract after reading it thoughtfully, down to the small letter. Demonic habits died hard. The words "Lotte Blackthorn" appeared imprinted as slightly seared marks on the form, as Lotte smirked like a child showing her new toy.

"I can now do some of the craft you were renowned for, Merlin. Plus I am ageless." She finished. "Nevertheless, this is a deal... even though my name is no longer Sir Lancelot." She paused. "It is Lotte Blackthorn."