The red, now that her initial fury had begun fading, seemed to look a bit surprised that he wasn't immediately taking advantage of his power over her. It's likely she expected some gloating, or a maniacal laugh, or maybe just a few test orders, and almost seemed disappointed at the lack of it. "It's not as if I make a habit of this, either," she retorts, sourly. She hesitates at his last request, before shimmering, and adopting the form of a matronly, red-headed human female, dressed in a low-cut, deep-blue velvet dress. "Several, though this one will... suffice, I suppose."