She nods.

"Okay. Then. I'll call him back."

She retrieves her cell phone, spends a few seconds nervously looking at 'Guess Who' on the screen, and then taps the call button.

"If he doesn't pick up and we instead play phone tag I'm going to be pissed," she says while it rings, because this makes her feel better.

He picks up.

"Yvette! Chérie!"

On the other hand, maybe she would have preferred phone tag.

"... hey," she says, a little lamely.

"...Something wrong?" he says, instantly moving from flirtatious to concerned. "Who do I have to kill?"

Yvette would reply, but she actually needs a minute to crack up.

"Can't be that bad, then, I guess."

He waits.

And she eventually recovers.

"No, it's - it's not bad, precisely. Turns out that being the witch of weird shit has consequences. I um. Sort of put my soul back by accident?" Pause. "And since it went through all of the trouble of following me home, I'm keeping it."

"Oh," he says. "Huh."

Pause.

"...Is this a breakup call?"

Wince.

"... Yesprobablybutalso - you are not obligated to say yes, I will not make faces at you if you say no - recall how my sister was the one to turn me?"

"...She gonna be pissed?"

"She's going to be soooooo pissed."

"Well."

He pauses again, reflectively.

"What do you need?"

... That is not a tone of voice she ever got from him while soulless what is going on?

"I - I'm currently safe, and surprisingly well protected, and have a pretty good cover story for disappearing, but I would like to either put Cyrille's soul back where it belongs, or kill the thing that's making a mockery of her corpse."

"I'm in," he says cheerfully.

"Wh-" she begins, stunned, before she stops that sentence. What! "... Okay but I'm working with the Slayer and also have sort of. The guy who caused the advent of the accidental soul is actually really really great and my sister-proof cover story is that we ran off to Tibet together because it was the most convincing thing we could think of because actually it's really really believable that I'd run off to Tibet with him like a crazy person????"

He giggles. "You know," he says, "I like you a lot better with your soul attached."

"I agree that I am much improved with its re-installation," she says, a little faintly. She gives Liesel and Miles a 'What is going on?' look.

Miles... has a theory...

"So, working with the Slayer, huh? That's going to be interesting. Is she gonna tell me I'm a bad boy?"

"She actually asked if you'd be appeased with volunteers after I explained everything. Unless she's reconsidered upon realizing how - fuck there's no way for me to say that without sounding flirtatious - upon realizing how serious you are about the torture thing?"

"Well, my estimation of the likelihood of finding a volunteer has gone down a little, but many things are possible," says Liesel.

He laughs. "Hey, if she can get me volunteers, I wouldn't say no."

"If you can get him volunteers, he wouldn't say no," she repeats, for Liesel's benefit. Because she's a squishy human that can't just hear both sides of this conversation without speakerphone.

"So. Okay. Thanks?"

She sounds more confused than thankful. Not that she's not thankful, just.

"What?"

"You're. I didn't think you were going to be all raarrgh burn burn pillage steal her soul I want her back blargh! or anything, but. You are being so calm and accepting about this! You used a tone of voice I hadn't heard while I was soulless and bitchy, and I'm pretty sure I caught what it meant but it doesn't make a ton of sense! I am confused! Pleasantly so, but still!"