[Well, they don't exactly have contact with them, but... This works.]

Understood. They never doubt you will.

[That's enough for now, they think, and they shift their powers around Fantasma to mimic an orgasm so that the poor frog is finally released. She digs her fingers into his shoulders with a shudder before slumping against him, and Mammon reaches over to rub her back.]

[Fantasma and the sacrifices she makes.]

I think it's time for us to go for now. Things to do. [Illusion sickness to avoid, etc.] We'll leave you a way to contact us.... for our next date, of course.