Calliope had heard all manner of requests in her time. Most often they begged for their lives, that was tedious and impossible of course. Sometimes they had final wishes she could honor, word taken to loved ones, body left at a particular place. Occasionally they even surprised her, one woman had asked that she kill the client who had hired her. Luckily for her reputation, people rarely thought of that one. In her entire career though, no one had ever asked her to dinner before. She was momentarily flummoxed and that really wouldn't do. There could be no art, no pride in the job if she were left without a rejoinder. Plus, the balls on this one! She smiled inspite of herself, people rarely impressed her. A slow smile curled her lips.

"Now who is the one with the pair?" she asked, standing up and walking in a circle around the gargoyle and her prisoner, skirt whisking. The gargoyle was impassive now, holding Neil tightly in its stony grip.

"Alright," she said at last.

"Pick a place and I'll meet you," she said after a moment. She rolled her finger over the ruby ring on her finger, pricking herself and drawing  drop of blood.

"Oh and Neil... I wouldn't think about running if I were you, I do hate to be stood up." The gargoyle's skin began to run and within moments it had collapsed into a pile of finely divided sand. By the time the dust had settled, Calliope was gone as though she had never existed.