Come now, my dear. A limitation on my powers?
[ Liliana's chuckle is deceptively pleasant—much like the rest of her. Her confident body language suggests that she has no intention of allowing such a thing to come to pass. Indeed, her lust for knowledge and power has demanded extreme trade-offs over the years, and she refuses to have her suffering amounted for naught. When she speaks again her tone is fond, condescendingly so; ]
Foolish creature. Be as that may, judging by your enthusiasm I'd say that you and I are going to have a lot of fun together ...
[ She sets a fingertip against her lips in a gently hushing gesture. The movement causes light to dance across her rings and her glossy violet nails: a decorated temptress, this one, and far too conniving for the good of anyone. ]
Necromancy is a highly desirable asset. I am certain we can come to some sort of agreement, let's say—
[ The barest hint of a smirk touches the corners of her mouth. ]
Entirely on my terms?