Qilby doesn't need his impeccable memory to remember the hostage; she's kind of a hard one to forget, all flaming-red hair and wings and vile mouth. Which is, at the moment, creating quite a racket while he tries to speak with a villager (why go through the trouble of running around and keeping tabs on his four little experiments when these elves will gladly do the work for him?) The elf looks slightly scandalized at the talk of whores and quickly hurries away, leaving Qilby behind. He glances at Apollo behind him before turning to fully regard her.

"I see that a week in those cages hasn't slowed you down any," he says with just enough of an ironic smile to let her know he's simply poking fun. Normally he looks as if he's laughing at a joke that only he's aware of, but this one's a Blacksworn -- an ally, or whatever. He can afford to be a little more open with her.