"No, I do not know." The answer is incredibly blunt. "Nor do I eat babies. While humans might like to pass judgements and such prejudice against those who inhabit other planes, I would expect my summoner to at least be respectful."

And given how her eyes start to glow, it's rather clear York's erred on the side of rudeness, apparently. "Are all mortals foolhardy idiots such as you?" Accompanied by an acidic glare as the man flops down on the sofa. Whoops. There's a note of..something, in her voice. Disappointment, perhaps, or something close to it. "You really have no idea what you've done, have you."

Let's pay no attention to the black kitty cautiously trotting over, sizing up an ankle, then rubbing up against it without so much as a care in the world.