*Hal finds himself with a lady on each arm when, as the Bulls begin to move, Lilah gives a squawk and throws herself at him, grasping the opposite arm from Beauty and tightening her hands on him in a death grip. Once the braziers settle into their new locations, she loosens her grip somewhat but seems unnerved enough not to want to let go. She seems less interested now in his and Beauty's intercourse, peering ahead to their destination. She's muttering something to herself that sounds like latin and is so quiet even if the other two shades speak it they cannot make out what she's saying.*