Kirsten snorts. "Sure, why not boss. After all, if he get's frisky you don't need your dagger to blast the bastard with a lightning bolt."
She looks the thugs in the eye.
"What? You think they'd send ordinary mooks to recover a cursed magical stone." She laughs contemptuously. "Go on boss. Give 'em a taster. Something small but showy so they don't crap in their breeches."