Now that Jackson was talking about something she had interest in, she finally looked him over more carefully, her face a blank slate contrasting his visage of constant amusement. She tended to judge people harshly, but she guessed that based on the fact that all of them were considered amateurs of the order his boasting was just that, and so she responded as such. "So you're an amateur who thinks he's a master. Understood. Either way, we only need one. The waitress seems best suited." She stated casually, just quiet enough that the Fae cultists wouldn't be able to hear her. "And you can call me Vance. Maybe later I'll tell you my first name." She stated dismissively as she stood up and turned to the group of three rowdy cultists, looking at the one that looked least willful, though she highly doubted any of them could resist her magic. Her eyes flashed for a second as she used her demons to cast a Domination spell, telling them to inform her if it failed. When she got no response she knew that the rowdy idiot was under her control and spoke up. "You. Break your friends neck." She ordered, knowing that even if the other two registered her words they wouldn't expect their friend to suddenly grab one of the other two's head and snap it to the side with a sickening crack.