She glares at him, clearly not as intimidated by his status, as most. "Let's see... you're planning to relocate me into enemy territory? I'm sure that will work out just fine. Besides, this is prime territory, and I'm not planning to abandon three hundred and forty eight years of work, just because some over-zealous demon lord gets it in his head that he wants his front door a little more secure. Either kill me right here and now, or fuck off," she says, venomously.