She scowls at him, a glare that might burn holes through a mere mortal. "Why would demons need 'research'? We're<em>demons.</em>We tear things apart with our claws and devour their souls. And all this talk of money... they're always complaining about not having enough. They'd have enough if they won battles!" Despite her words, she's not entirely stupid; now that her glaring errors have been pointed out, she's already reworking some priorities, although she's still in the middle of a war with everyone, with a terrible economy to support anything, and she tries to consolidate, rapidly, making moves to cut her losses on a number of captured cities, merely burning them and salting the earth behind, rather than leave anything for her enemies.<br/><br/>"Now. Other problem," she says, still annoyed. "You. Have been ignoring me. So, either you're going to fuck me good, tonight, or I'm going to head out into one of the cities we're connected to, and find something to fuck." Of course, Driass also promised to meet with Kat, and fairly soon, for dinner.