The witch continued on to smirk as she watched the man approach her and stand barely an inch away from her. Eying him up and down first, making sure he was not going to anything. “Complaints? Is that what you want?” Aldusa asked with a raise of a brow before continuing on to speak. “Well your whores are a bit too obedient. I like a fight—but that’s just a personal preference.”
Then letting out a chuckle before explaining. “But my spell isn’t meant to help out my preference, it’s to help out every lying husband’s preference.” She then had mimicked his actions and leaned forward. “I can charm this whole building with infertility. No holding back. No worries. No bastards.” The witch said lowly before pipping up to say. “Doesn’t that sound nice? Could you imagine how many more would come by if they knew there was no chance of any accidents to be conceived?”
She was ballsy, he’d give her that, but it didn’t mean he liked it. He’d become all too accustomed to being viewed as the worst kind of plague on the world to genuinely enjoy it when people didn’t flinch when he approached.Telling himself it was more a mark of stupidity than courage on their part could only take him so far.
“Professional hazard,” he waved her off. “They’d give you a fight if you asked it of them,” Jinx pointed out as he stepped back and walked around his office so he could sit in his chair, thoroughly enjoying the few moments her back was turned to him where he could image how much easier it’d be to snap her bloody neck.
His head tilted to one side as he listened to her proposition, stewing in helpless rage at not having come up with that plan on his own.
Jinx really did not like children. He would never again allow one of his charges carry a pregnancy to term while under contract and under his roof. There were potions, of course, but in a business such as his, there were also accidents, occasional failures due to other, more or less predictable factors. Maybe the idiot in question forgot to take it, or they’d taken something else that diluted the effects. And taking care of that problem once it rose was bloody and messy and cost money, while also taking the patient out of commission for a few days, at least, thus enlarging the hole in his profits.
A curse would certainly be safer than the anti-contraceptives he could currently option.
“Well.” Jinx declared, a smirk slowly blossoming on his lips. “I already made sure there are no bastards, a fact my customers are aware of.” he was starting to thaw towards her and he had no doubt the little minx would latch on to it like a bloodhound. But this was worth bargaining for, anyway. “However, my ways aren’t always successful with the actual conception,” he raised an eyebrow. “What did you have in mind as payment for such a curse? Free access to a former pit fighter, perhaps? They’d certainly give you the fight you seem to crave.”
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