[Master] Warn Bangaal she can't be pouty

You saw that Bangaal had the wrong idea about how the relationship between the two of you was going to shake out, so you took the opportunity to correct her in slow steps. You asked her: she may be a powerful sorceress, but wishes are the source of her power, right?

The djinns all put on pouty frowns and crossed their arms across their band-wrapped breasts. "Yes! If you do not make wishes, then Bangaal cannot display her power. It is really that simple and yet you deny Bangaal at every turn! It is enough to make Bangaal question your devotion to her contract!" the representative Bangaal complained, turning her face aside with a quick whip of her ponytail, as if she was too furious to look at you.

You moved forward and placed one hand under her chin, turning her eyes back towards yours as she opened them in shock. You told her your contract was still good and that if she wanted your wishes-- along with your seed-- she'd need to play ball. That meant that she had to stop these temper tantrums every time she didn't get her way. You held the keys to her power and if she wanted that relationship to stay fruitful, she'd need to allow you your time with other saintesses.

"Oooh! Bangaal only wants to show you the extent of her magic! Why can't you appreciate that?!"

"He doubtless does, you dumb djinn, but you demonstrate it daily! From me, he needs only this night. Aren't you about to yield to that one yearning?" Amulette scolded Bangaal, standing alongside you.

Bangaal with shaking with child-like anger, and finally, her tantrum became too much. She took to the sky, leaving the other surprised doubles behind.

At your side, Amulette placed one hand on your shoulder. "Do not fret. Our fiery friend is fickle and will fast recover from her foolish fretting. It is laudable to occasionally leverage your laughable role in our lofty legend as squire and saintess. She must see a strong hand, or that aggravating ancient will assert her arcane influence against us all. Never forget that." The witch's cold blue eyes were surprisingly serious. "Now... a night alone..." she finished, regaining some of her teasing nature as she ran one finger up from your collar to your chin.