Fiametta blinked slowly and repeatedly as she tried to keep up with Brendan's rambling. At the word 'concubine' she cocked an eyebrow and gave him a dangerous look, regardless of the fact that he had basically just denied all of that.<br/><br/>"Getting off on the wrong... foot?" she echoed, her eyes sliding down to his feet. She wasn't entirely familiar with the idiom but she thought she could figure out his meaning by the context he used it in. He was trying to diffuse the situation and that was commendable - at least some. The blonde girl sheathed her Small Sword and stood with hands on hips. "I doubt you have anything that would appeal to me... But talking is worth a try - particularly if it means you can explain more of what is happening. I'm not accustomed to living in the dark." She showed just the smallest hint of a smile at this display of her humor before she took advantage of the moment to transform before his very eyes. One moment she was a small, older teenage girl, the next she was a magnificent bird of orange but with trailing feathers and other accents that spoke of a rainbow of other colors. She let out an eagle-like cry that echoed through the basement. "Lead the way, human..." she said without speaking with lips he was accustomed to. She decided to wait and hover in the air and then follow Brendan wherever he lead her - as long as she found no danger ahead.