"You are to bring her to me… understood?" The voice was soothing to the ear much like the caress of silk or velvet. It's cadence was almost musical, and to the untrained, the words spoken would sound almost like a simple request.
Cinder Fall does not make requests. She gives orders. Makes demands. And her more than experienced partners in crime are inclined to follow them. Neo frowned, but nodded curtly, irises changing from pink to brown. Her lower lip twitched, and the smallest hint of exasperation colored her next exhale.

"Oh, don't pout. You've had your fun with her," Cinder cooed. She studied her charge's face, her mute cohort had always been slightly more difficult to read than anyone else, but her thoughts were etched into the details. The smaller, more delicate features hinted at emotions like an ethereal wraith. Discomfort. Discontent. Dishonesty. Reluctance. Hesitation.

Neo nodded again, both irises strawberry pink. A plea to be dismissed, gloved hands tightening their hold on the grip of her parasol. She felt threatened, perhaps even betrayed by the demand. Cinder killed the smug grin that threatened to form across her lips before it ever appeared.

"Neo?" Cinder cocked her head, projecting the slightest touch of vulnerability in her exposed neck. It was in the little movements. The intricate words and flowery emotions she allowed others to see, that kept her true intentions from all but those who needed to know them.

A pensive blink from rich brown eyes. Her breath held in her throat for the slightest of moments. The question was asked without being asked.

"She's yours until you deliver her. Be prompt but… enjoy yourself." Cinder let the word curl off her tongue, emphasizing the suggestiveness of the phrase with her tone.

The right corner of Neo's lip tugged upwards in the faintest of smiles. Her eyes followed suit, drifting towards the brightest pink and white locks of her hair. She nodded again, this time with more emphasis. More genuine excitement. Not just an order now. A gift. A present wrapped up in iridescent ribbons tied in a bow on Christmas morning.

A glimmer, a whispering of winds closing in on where she'd once been, and she was gone. The source of the trick still eluded Cinder, amber eyes unable follow where the girl could possibly go. It wouldn't matter for now. While Neo still pledged direct allegiance to Roman, she would never go against an order from Cinder.

She took a deep, calming breath. The scent of burning spices and incense clung to the air in the room, gray wisps of smoke curling around the tray in which the ashes burned. She laughed to herself, her mind analyzing the encounter to come like a chessboard, constructing scenarios and outcomes to work in her favor should they arise.

"Rook to dominate knight," she sighed airily.