"Your grandmother is a wise woman." Likely a witch of no small repute, or at least trained by one, even if the seed of magic was passed on again to a son and not a daughter. Even if said (grand)son proceeded to summon a demon.

Her brow arches slightly at the mention of a monkey paw, and her tail twitches, before slinking forwards, wrapping around her leg as she ponders his words, the last earning the cant of her head, brow ridges rising. "'Stripping'?" The other terms she can translate easily enough, but she's not certain she follows that last one.

But yes, options. He has many, and now, he has her to contend with - or work with - as well.