Right, then. This was was definitely still a child, and a cheeky one to boot. Seraphina found herself grinning, despite that threat of something creeping down her neck. "I suppose it does. That must be an interesting arrangement." Unless she'd been taken on by demons. If they were anything less? Bloody brilliant. Seraphina wanted to hunt down that social worker and shake their hand. Of course, she'd always found it entertaining when her own whelps had ended up orphans. There was nothing quite so entertaining as watching an orphanage burn in the 1700s. With a half-mad nun brandishing the torch, no less.
"I believe her name was Albinia," Seraphina answered. "At least, that is the name I recall her using." Seraphina shifted slightly, tilting her head only lightly to the side. "Tell me, child, if I had been human... where would that little charade have gone? What would you have done?"