"Of course." He slides into one of the racks to peek through a number of sundresses, watching Jack turn - and the mannequin turn with him. It's mesmerizing. How many other powers does he have?

"That is a good question. We did not establish that when I invited you here." Siffleur says, and quickly moves to another set of racks, knowing that as long as he answers Jack, he can't stay in place. "Not to the death this time. We still need to fuck afterwards. Let us say to whoever surrenders first, or until half an hour passes."

He jumps up through the centre of the rack, scattering clothes and hangers everywhere as he runs full-tilt at Jack, tensed and ready to dodge.