Kael wasn't actually that phased by her indecency--he'd seen Night Elves wear far, less, and Lady Vashj herself was normally in a state of undress. He simply tried to make sense of her strange babblings and sighed when she was done.
He was beginning to get a headache, and it was more than just the pang and need for fel-energy. It was just his look, to find a human-looking demon that also seemed to possess the power to annoy Kael'thas to no end.
"I've seen no such thing," he shook his head. This was going to be a long day. "And what I want to do is quite the contrary to running away. Your power.." He trailed off, trying to phrase it in a way the girl would understand the simplest. She didn't strike him all that book smart.
"I am in a dimension not of my own," Kael explained. "And I wish to get back. Despite the obvious setback of not knowing how to quite yet, I have another... urge." It felt odd to skirt around what it was exactly, but Kael wasn't sure if anyone would take lightly to his people's predicament.
His patience was beginning to get clouded, however--he knew the girl in front of him was a demon, and therefore held fel energy, which meant Kael could once more ignore the infinite hunger, the pangs of sadness, it would all soon disappear..
"I hunger. But my needs go far beyond the nourishment of food." He looked at the girl deliberately, Al'ar finally moving to land on his shoulder, much smaller than he was in the Outlands. A setback of Kansas, most likely. "Surely, you understand that you are capable of providing me with the means to quell this urge?"