Razmith sat a moment longer, watching her. She lived within a city, was under the eye of a militant cathedral, yet she called him still. His mistress was very interesting indeed. Although he would need to find a more suitable place nearby to stay, until she became accustomed to his presence. At last he spoke, “I am here because you are here. And because of that church atop the hill. I assure you, I would otherwise still be having my... fun, if not for the church. So I sated myself on a family outside the city. And I am still waiting for your call.”
His eyes trailed around the room, taking in the jars that lined the shelves. “A summoner would normally keep their demon close, to have them there instantly should the need arise. But I understand if you do not want me around,” he got an amused grin and stood shrugging off his robe before vanishing it. “However, if you find yourself in trouble, and need me quickly, that becomes a problem. I can teleport to you, but that takes tremendous power and would likely weaken me so badly that I am no help to you when I get there. So where do you propose I stay, Mistress, if you do not want me here?”
He leaned against a shelf lightly and regarded her, waiting for her answer.