Gustave may not catch aflame just yet, but there's still more than enough time for Zorya to prepare the kindling of his bonfire.

For now, she's content to release the man entirely, her tail giving him a little bump back up to his feet, even if the very end of it still curls loosely at Gustave's ankle. That last little tether between them before he is thrust back out into the chaos of the party.

"Don't worry yourself with it, my pet. You'll know exactly who I am and who you belong to by the end of the night." And the way she grins up at him, Gustave may get the feeling there's something at play that he isn't aware of just yet. Soon though. "You may go now. I'll speak to you again shortly enough."