"America is limited for the good tea," Anya conceded. "I developed a taste for it when my old boss was British. Have to get in the good stuff now. And well," she smirked. "We do always welcome people here."
She nodded, neither phased nor embarrassed by the killing thing. It was hard to be a demon for over a thousand years and feel squeamish over death. "Yes. Only the evil ones though. They can't exactly be rehabilitated and there wouldn't be room in prisons for them." she paused and thought about it. "Some of them couldn't even be kept in prisons. And then there's the spirits and what can one really do with them anyway.." she trailed off before brightening again.
"As much as they exasperate me sometimes, they are good at what they do. Just don't tell them I admitted that."