"Rabastan," Lust repeated, carefully enunciating the strange name. She watched Alphonse out of the corner of her eye, curious to observe him. From what he'd said... he had only just been returned to a body, hadn't he?

But again, she was distracted. The comment about getting people to do what she wanted struck a chord. After all, how many men in the place had already pledged to protect her, already sworn to lay down their lives for hers? How many scrambled like eager dogs to do as she asked, get her what she required?

"I have my ways," she said, carefully. "And his name is Alphonse, it's the name he has had since birth. And mine is Lust - they call me something altogether different." And then there was Isobel, the name she had answered to in another life and had no claim to now. But she doubted she could convince this man to call her anything but 'Bellatrix'.

"I suppose I could be persuaded to allow you to aide me," she went on, narrowing her eyes. "If you're useful. Tell me, Rabastan, what can you do?"