She'll offer herself for a portrait while Dyna searches for the necromancer

Palas recrossed her legs beneath her high miniskirt, then grabbed up two more pieces. One was clearly Dyna, since it had been modeled to match her own grinning visage by some artistic knight, while the other depicted a turban clad woman who might be a spy. Ironically, that piece would still match her pretty well, if she hadn't taken to wearing short skirts as of late. She placed the two of them in front of the vampire statue, then lifted it back up. "I believe it's time I gave that she-dandy what she's been requesting. I'll pose for one of her portraits," Palas explained.

"Huh? You're gonna let her drink your blood?" Dyna questioned, slow to catch on.

"No. Lydins De Geomorte wouldn't drink my blood... I'm one of her allies, or at least she thinks so. I believe her interest really is in painting my portrait," the former spy explained, rubbing her arm with some discomfort as she realized, speaking the words out loud, that she was being rather treacherous towards a woman who considered her a friend. Still, it was for a good purpose, in the end. "I'll pose for it, whatever it is, while you search the mansion for some sign of that necromancer. Once you find them... I'll need you to explain my recent turn of faith and recommend that he does the same. It is simply a matter of demons realizing we have more to gain from working aside humanity than exploiting them as slaves-"

"And say that this necromancer isn't a nice guy like your vampire gal pal and you. Say he comes at me with an army of boneheads. Does he get the oooold-" the knight captain interrupted, drawing her finger across her neck and making a "skkkk-lick" noise to make evident her backup plan.

"... Yes."

"Won't that also kill off your vampire buddy?"

"... It would. So I ask that you prevent that outcome, if at all possible. I'm relying on you, Captain Montague," Palas spoke solemnly, bowing her head with reverence for the first time. "That vampire may be a manipulative blood-drinker, but we've all been manipulated by the demon lord. I believe she'll see the light. I just don't know if her master will do the same."

"I feel like there's a lot more I wanna ask about that, how your 'blood-drinkin' friend is going to live once we've told her seducing young girls with vampire glamours is a no-no, but I won't look a gift horse in the mouth," Dyna shrugged. "I've got one more little condition, though." Once she saw she had the other lady's attention, she set a cheeky grin back upon her face. "I wanna pose for a portrait too, dammit! It's a travesty that yours truly hasn't been immortalized on canvas yet! I'm gonna hang the portrait right here in the war room, so all the boys get a hard-on and don't criticize my strategies so much!"

Palas felt herself about to giggle, then stopped herself, cupping one hand to her mouth. "Ahem... There will be time for that later," the former spy sighed, then rose to her feet. "We move at night. That's when the vampire and other minions of the necromancer are their strongest, but I'd imagine entering the house at any other time to be a frank impossibility. It would doubtless be crawling with guards of some kind."

"Night time, huh? That gives me enough time for a drink or twenty!"

"... Please don't."