[b]Interrogation Room One[/b] She nods, deeply, almost a stylized bow. "An empire is never full. Only feeding, or eyeing it's next meal." She picks up the gag, dangling it between two fingers. I'm going to need to put this back in, I'm afraid. Please don't fight it?" She gets a glare in response, but the Knight opens her mouth for the rubber ball, and Piripiri presses the gag into place with her thumbs, before running her quick, clever hands along Uusha's cheeks, smoothing the strap into place so that it won't tug on any of her hair as she buckles it into place. A low grunt comes from the Knight as she tests the gag, but it's quiet and unintelligible. Piripiri bites her lip, worrying at it, before leaning in close and brushing her lips on Uusha's cheek, a peck of a kiss just above the gag's strap. "They'll try to devour you. They'll try to break you. Resist. [i]Live.[/i]" She gets up, face smoothing out from the raw emotions of the plea into placid neutrality, and leaves the room and Uusha to brood. [b]Piripiri's Cabin[/b] "Huh." She holds up a finger, a polite request for time, and gazes off into nothing, considering. Everything else you've asked has been already well chewed over, but this is fresh. Piripiri lets herself unpack this for about a minute, before nodding her thanks and apology for taking up your time. "Thank you for the patience. I haven't had much interaction with Giriel, so most of what I'd be saying would be confirming information from the files. She seems to be hesitant about allying with fey or demons, willing to use blood magic but only when she judges it to be a dire need, and appears to attempt avoiding politics, though she's willing to listen to requests. You were at the banquet so you saw how that went: I'd say she's unlikely to be anything more than a minor thorn in our side without somebody rallying her to their banner, and given the sentencing and Agata's interest, it's unlikely she's going to be outside of our sphere of influence long enough to be able to be pulled to a rebel banner."