Mab entered the room in a cold breeze, stopping to observe the setup Faust had put in place. It was cleanly done and she circled the pentacle to his other side, before looking at the other's gathered either those already there, or those still trickling in. It wasn't surprising a necromancer had ghosts and the undead as his audience. They all seemed to be moving about of their own free will though.

She glances at Faust as he thanks them all. And this one does imply his obligation. One which will only increase when she assists him with getting her soul into a new body. "Yes." She replies, but her attention moves to the shy ghost who wishes the madman well.