A moment contemplation came to Kennet's mind to let her have her memories back, but he knew that would lead to more trouble than they were worth. There were far more important things happening around them.
It amused him slightly that she was so argumentative that she missed the opportunity to comment on his descriptive wording. Maybe he did play word games with her, as well as others, but then humans never really understood them without some obvious gesture. If he had been the Djinn she saw in the memory, he would have considered her his type- in a way. He had liked a nip of power in a witch.
"If you need nothing else, and you are stopping your comparative argument between you and them, then I shall let you sleep." He stated but did not turn around.