She laughs at his response, grinning, not bothering to take any kind of offensive of defensive stance, similarly defenseless, except fort he tattoos inscribed upon her. "Such a warmongering little bastard, aren't you? First, you have the gall to attack me, in my own home, and leave me no option but to defend myself, then, when I wish to extend my thanks to you, for freeing me from my imprisonment, you insult and mock me?" She tsks, slightly, slithering down the steps into the main part of the room. As she moves, he spots a frail-looking human male, following her; he'd been hidden behind her, when she entered, almost invisible, beneath her aura; in fact, he seems to be completely unremarkable, aside from being rather attractive. "I'm hurt, Draiss. Although, really, I owe you two favors; one for freeing me," She disappears, and reappears right next to him, her voice dropping to a low, conversational voice, as she reaches out to touch him, lightly, with her fingertips. "And one for creating me."