"More the fool they." He laughs, pulling her into a close embrace- well. As close as he might dare and as she might permit. Which isn't terribly- Morrigan is not one to give up her space gladly and he is not one to risk his skin for the sake of a dance. "You would poison me before you attempted to steal what I do not have for you to take. Besides, what use would you have for my soul, mm?"

None, that's what. But his hands, his knives, his eyes? There are uses aplenty for her and her boy's sake.