"I suppose with some of my acquaintances here, they'll think of that as an understatement," she said, the huff of breath she gives out possibly part scoff, part laughter. He certainly had a way with words. Out of the corner of her eye, she can see one of the younger witches looking more swayed and less hostile than the rest.. That's enough to make her play a card of hers. "Seeing as you you've been nothing but cordial to us so far, I have no issue with hearing you out."

She turns and flashes a smile at the group's direction, canting her head in what's supposed to be a deferential way. "Ladies? Shouldn't we hear what he has to say?"

"Already switching allegiances, warlock?"

"Such venom," she replies with steady ease. "You know I'm affiliated with Daybreak while I'm here. Besides- If you truly don't trust him, you're free to leave. No one here is holding you hostage. I'll even do my best to be a more accommodating host with your absence."

"Fine. 'Hear' him out. Don't go crying to me or Daybreak if something befalls you or the others!"

At last Groovesburg backs down and she turns her heel, pushing her way through the group. Some follow her lead while others linger thanks to their curiosity being tickled.

'Miriam' finally looks back at him while Groovesburg's mutters become fainter and fainter, the witch showing him a quick roll of her eyes and a playful smile as if to ask, Can you believe how dramatic she's being?