Mortimer witnessed how the fortune-teller manipulated the souls with such a delicate touch. Just as he commanded the shadows and absorbed souls, Baba had quite a talent when it came to taming the innermost of the people that had been slaughtered. Without hesitating, one soul entered Mortimer mouth, making his eyes red for an instant, and another one entered Shadow, also making its eyes shine in a garnet shade. "Baba, you have been of a lot of help to us. I'll see if I can get Hag to give you...something like a raise." Not only was he sure Hag himself had traps, but he had watched an intruder trying to enter his office. Hag always had jack-in-the-box-like traps, and they all spit poisonous darts that were extremely deadly. The poison itself was harmless, but it made the nerves of the prey to start aching in a desperating way, as well as making the brain slowly die. Mortimer was about to leave when he saw Vol entering the booth. God, did Mortimer hate that guy. The fact that he was good in his job made no difference, as both him and Hag hated him equally. In an instant, the tall man disappeared from the booth in a shadow. Hag just sighed at her words. If he wanted, he could make her his slave and torture her, but he wanted something mutual. "Ye' know...I don't want to command you. I don't want to order. I...really like you...and I want our love to work. I want you to love me...If you don't, then it's fine. We can be sibblings either way." Hag's tone changed towards the end of the sentence. He really wanted them to be more than sibblings, but it was up to her. The scream of agony he heard was music to his ears, but it seemed she didn't like it. "Your job here? Just like Mortimer is my right hand, is my bodyguard and the watchman of this establishment, you are going to be my assistant. My personal assistant and my informant. You get it? You are going to inform on everything: Wether some worker didn't do his act, someone is plotting against me...things like that, my beauty." Hag then took her hand into his again and started to walk. The change of mind he had for her sister was once in a lifetime, and he hoped it didn't happen again.