Rhea shifted uncomfortably as the short man waddled down the hall and out of sight, leaving her alone with the unimpressed devil in front of her. She scrutinized him up and down. Even in his casual state, his clothes were made of finer cloth than she'd ever owned in her lifetime. He seemed relatively young, around her age? It surprised her, she'd expected an older man barking orders at her. 

His age did no favors when it came to the confused, sour look that crossed his face as he'd surveyed her, however. He leaned against the door and motioned her in, as though she were carrying in a piece of new furniture. Pushing the unease away at the sight of his bed, and what duties she would be tasked to perform, she returned his request with a scowl. She'd nearly had enough of this already - his title meant little beyond her exhaustion.

"Is there something wrong with your [i]purchase[/i], Your Highness?" she asked cynically, planting her feet defiantly.