Asmodeus was naturally suspicious, and doubly so when meeting Dominique.

She was acting moderately strange - colder to him than usual, more angry than he was used to. He sat and watched her calmly, eyes half-lidded, nostrils flaring djinnishly. What was wrong with his Dominique?

Dominique shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She was dressed in a women's dress suit a scarf over her hair keeping her face in shade and mimicing her cloak. "Well?" she demanded finally, terse. "Shall we get down to business?"

Asmodeus shook his head. He couldn't trust her in this mood. "I have no information at the moment." He finished his coffee. "Shall we meet at the usual time?"

"The usual time? Certainly." Dominique rose, nodded to him. "Good day." She strode off.

The Prince of the Game watched her go, then sent a Celestial Tongues message to Dominique. Dominique. Are you busy today? Perhaps you're in the mood for a game of chess?

It was only a moment before the answer came back. I could spare some time. Where do you wish to meet? Do you have information?

Asmodeus stared redly at the corner 'Dominique' had disappeared around. "Why yes," he purred aloud. "I do believe I do."

Nybbas kept walking. It wasn't until she was several blocks away that she pulled the scarf off and grinned. From there, a quick Celestial Motion dropped her off in one of her tethers. Taking Celestial form, he descended, whistling ot himself.

So. They did meet.

He couldn't hide his meddling from the Master of the Game forever, natch, but now he had the metaphorical bomb to drop if worst came to worst.

Nybbas reran the images on his watch-camera and paused on a frame of Asmodeus glaring.

"You're going to be a star, baby," he crooned. "Just a shining star."