"That depends on what you have to offer." He says cryptically.
Natasha frown as she heard that word.
“I'm... not really sure what we could offer... Is there anything in particular you would like?” Miriam asked back, trying to figure out what the man was getting at. Was he looking to fuck them, or was there something else he wanted?
"F-Fuck... She'll do...what I tell her..." He feels her juices squirting against him.
"Wait, what?" Max blushes as she begins to strip. "I-uh, okay." He looks away, embarrassed, and hard. Almost immediately, she spots a book that seems to stand out, made of old leather, with an illustration of a naked woman on the spine.
"You would be, yes." She chuckles again, without malice, and though his mind remains his own, though he could attack if he chose, even the mere concept of harming this delightful woman fills Luke with disgust. Her brow furrows, though, and he fears that she's mad at him, but he's relieved to hear that she's angry at Anai instead. "Anai slaughtered my sisters and burned my home to the ground. I'll not stop until she's destroyed." There's a silence, as Vasha thinks. "So I think we'll be allies." She grins.
"You're heading for a certain city, right?" He looks them over. "I want a share of the loot."
Natasha grab that book from the spot and open it trying to read what is inside.
'You're... from that time? Fascinating, I don't think I've heard of witches that old before,' Luke mused, before he blushed, 'N-Not that I mean that you're old, you're incredibly beautiful and youthful, just... I'm rambling.'
Miriam raised an eyebrow. “I see... well, that sounds reasonable... assuming that there is any loot left, since it seems there are other people also headed there, and at least some of them have a head start... but yes, that is an acceptable deal.” She nodded, then looked at her companions, though she did not expect any objections from them.
"Stripping? Oh, just for the ritual, right?" She gives him a knowing smirk, before removing her uniform. "This enough for you?" The blonde poses against the wall.
"Oh, and it's Layla, by the way."
"Err, yeah, sure..." He takes the book, reading from the page she opened it to. "It says..." He translates. "The warrior woman, through her humility, uses the power of the gods to vanquish her foes, with naked skin stronger than armor, power over the elements, and an escape from...from the deepest labyrinth." Max looks at her.
"Again, no offence taken. I'm not ashamed of my age." Vasha grins. "And you can ramble about my beauty all you like, sweetling." She pats the couch next to her. "Come, rest with me. You have such a hard life, you need it." The dusky skinned beauty makes sure that they're close together, and Luke feels a blissful sense of relaxation in her embrace. "Your friends are fine. Time moves slowly in here. They should still be where you left them when you fell." She runs a hand through his hair.
No one objects, and the old man nods. "Deal, then." He opens up a laptop, showing a map of the Egyptian desert. "My cars have GPS installed. As you can see, they're currently parked in a valley, here."
Layla smirks and bites her lip in anticipation, as she see his length. "I love rituals, when the caster is properly equipped." She turns, and opens her handbag. "Of course, I have to just take a quick precaution." She drizzles salt around the room in a circular motion, mixes it with blood, and tosses a handful on Dylan. "Hopefully, I won't have to use it..."
Natasha burning from embrassed, her face is so red like tomato and hot like fire. She push book into Max hands.