"History, hrm? Interesting." She doesn't even look at him as she speaks, leaning down now to retrieve a stack of cloth napkins from a small armoire in the corner of the exquisite dining room. It certainly is an extravagant house-- the fireplace in the living room, the cathedral ceiling and tower windows of the foyer, the chandelier over the dining room table. It could well be suspected her line of questioning since his arrival is all to ensure her sister is not interested in a pauper, merely looking out for the financial well-being of her sister, but now it takes a turn for the absolutely absurd.

"Roary told me you were a doctor. What she didn't tell me was that you were an incubi," she says just as conversationally as can be, finally looking at him now.