Kylie frowned slightly as he introduced himself, having heard rumors of the "Cult of Manus". But, choosing not to believe such rumors she had heard, she watched him walk away to a table. When he gestured at her to follow and take a seat, she did so, sitting opposite of him and wrinkling her nose as she once again had to fix her glasses. Her thumb wiped across her cheekbones again, finding comfort in the scar-like dots that lie there.
"Well, Caim. You came to me in such a rude manner because...?" she questioned, sounding quite confused, but sarcastic nonetheless. She wasn't disrespecting him, she knew they were kin and that he was probably a high-ranking demon. Tilting her head slightly at him, she leaned back in her chair and brushed her dark hair from her face.