Chris had been killing a demon in an alley of some foreign city when he felt his mom and aunts talking about him. In the sense of considering calling him, that's how serious it was. Great. He finished off the demon and orbed back home, blue demon guts decorating his shirt.
"Don't you know it's rude to talk about calling someone who can sense you?" he quipped, upon arrival. Great. Pallie was there and she probably wasn't going to be the only one. "Is this some sort of intervention?"