She doesn't flinch, lifting an eyebrow at the hand gestures and the run on sentences. "We have an accord," she reminds him, tail lashing as faint irritation rose. "You are the one who called me here. Invited me to stay. One sealed upon drinking." As the empty cans and bottles can testify.

She pauses, eyes him again, then sniffs. "You are fortunate, really. Had you summoned a succubus or lesser demon of gluttony, you won't be here to have this conversation now. And frankly, I rather prefer two decades of dinners to the usual requests of slaughter and assassination."

Though she doubted she'd have much reason to find intrigue here.

An aunt? It did tend to carry strongest in mortal females.. "Through your paternal or maternal line?"