Emilie rolled her eyes. "Fat chance, Simon." She said simply. She pulled a vial of thin liquid that sizzled slightly inside the glass and set it on the counter. The liquid was about the same green as her hair.

"Thank you, Madame." Emilie paid, bowing her head politely while the woman behind it slipped the vial into an white paper bag and sealed it shut with a black wax seal.

"I hope he hasn't caused you too much trouble, and I'll make sure he sees himself out."

By that, Emilie meant fling open the door and drag Sim out into the alley by the front of his shirt.