The man's brow furrows, he grumbles, scowling. "Girly man, right. If it wasn't for this damned circle I'd have most peoples tongues for words as those." He would snort, spitting to the side, an imp rushing over, wiping the slime away with a rag. "I used to be above this putrid place, working for only the most prestigious." He would tilt his head, peering at her, "Or did you honestly think that I would appear as this at will?"