A face was made at Nox's confession of wishing to be a human. Why would anyone want to be something so... repugnant? Humans were the lowest form of life, just barely above mites and fleas and worms. They could hardly do anything for themselves except kill themselves off. Demons especially were so much more powerful, so much more to be proud of.
Her face lightened, though, at the thought of an elemental. They were much better. An old race, some of them very old indeed, and filled with magic. They varied in their magic, too, unlike hellhounds, and that had always interested June very much. "An elemental boy helped me to figure out the message system of the internet," she said thoughtfully. "I think I would say yes to an elemental."