Giri blushes. It's hard not to in Agata's presence. The heat of her touch, the strength in it, yet the gentleness with which she takes up Giri's own. There are a thousand pleasures to imagine from that touch, some of which Giri has already felt. So she blushes, and she tries to swallow and finds herself wishing that there was still more tea to be had.

She has just enough mind left not to simply nod and smile. She wants to, wouldn't it be nice to simply agree with Agata, to give her exactly what she wants? But that's not right either. She manages to swallow, nods but opens her mouth to speak too, pausing briefly to blush again as her collar, of course unharmed despite her swinging from the side of the ship and the crash, lets out a a jingle reminding them both of her position. 

"I can, but there may be a price. The little gods here will all be unsettled, the Rakshasa and the..." Giri makes a small hand gesture with one of her hands, reluctantly removing it from Agata's, not willing to say the word "barge" out loud just this moment after the argument she had heard from afar. "...well, at any rate, they can help, they can ride the wind and the clouds and find Han and her little girlfriend, but they may ask for quite a lot to step away from their duties in the area right now. If that's acceptable, then I'll begin a ritual right away."