Momozono's never been told that she looked good before by...well anyone really. Anyone who wasn't her mother and father from centuries ago, anyway. The oni paused for a moment, before her cheeks flushed pink from the compliment. Of course, this soon gave way to surprise when she heard that she wasn't going to be fight. Momo didn't know what else she was good at besides brawling so, what else could she possibly be used for? "Eh? What kinda job is that?" The oni asked with a raised eyebrow.