It was all strangely but inexorably erotic, her little display. She was the naked one and he still felt embarrassed for the very noticeable stirring below the belt, which yet again led him to wonder what was wrong with him. She had parted his soul from his body and now he could make dopplergangers and he was focused on her presentation of this very eldritch power. Once he was back in the room with the sorceress, he got ahold of himself and took a look at the bowl. 

Lifting the shard she had indicated, he gripped it and closed his eyes, trying to think of anything else but another five Calliopes. Instead, something bright and shiny shimmered before him. At a focused look, it was a pile of treasure, but it faded out of the room like a mirage on the desert sands. 

"Not like that, little thief." She snickered, pulling on trousers and rummaging through the closet, casting glances his way with her enchantingly dark eyes. They made him forget the 'little' comment, which he took offense to because he was about half again her weight and nearly a head taller. "You can duplicate things nearer to your bulk, but you'll stretch your soul out if you try and create a mountain. There are limits to the spell."

Neil gripped his chest at the mention of 'stretching his soul' like it was a worn shoe. "Well you might have told me that before." Neil deadpanned, but went at it again. He concentrated like he was trying to pick a lock, and slowly a figure shimmered into existence. He could feel it come alive, even though it wasn't technically alive...right? He knew enough about magic to theorize this wasn't regular illusion magic, and yet it served the same purpose. He guessed it didn't matter, he would leave what it was to the philosophers or the resident witch he had taken up with. 

A second Neil stood in front of him, like a mirror. But it scratched its...his head when his arms were not performing the same task. Wow, he was hot though. By this point, Calliope was donning a black fur coat. She looked in the mirror and fixed her hair, before her reflection caught his gaze. 

"Go, we're running out of nighttime! Just duplicate yourself, and take that robe there. It looks scraggly enough." 

"Are you going to tell me what exactly-" One of the Neil's said, and she cut him off. 

"Climb the walls, make it out to the front of the gate, and..." 

After she explained the plan, Neil felt it was a simple but devious one, which were his favorites. He simply needed to make sure he wasn't pin-cushioned with crossbow bolts. It wouldn't do to get himself killed trying to win her favor, at least to himself. How far she cared about him was hard to gauge, though the sensual display earlier showed the woman had some interest. He gave her a dramatic bow, and skulked away like he had a limp and a hump in his back. 

"Yesss mistresss..." He rasped in a scraggly voice of a low mutant. The other Neil made a beat with his mouth, humming gothic tunes as the first one dragged himself out of the door. 

Once they were in the hall, the two Neil's looked at one another for a second, and then agreed to move to the north hall for a quick exit. 

"Think this'll work?" Neil 1 asked Neil 2.

"Even if it doesn't, it'll be fun." 

"Or deadly."

"Then again, that's part of the fun." Neil 2 reminded him as they walked to the window. "Still, I feel like we're owed a dinner and at least first base after this." 

"We? You're going back in my soul when this is done."