*Karma hops off of Lecter and rests on the arm of the sofa*
[i]The girl dies by my hand. But if she were to lose her tongue...[/i]
*She stares directly into Togan's eyes, her demonic intelligence visible*
[i]You will learn your manners. I do not enjoy being spited.[/i]

*Lecter sighs*
Lecter: Is he bound by magic, or honor? Either way, I don't enjoy this. He's better off dead.