Baba's eyes narrowed slightly. Her hand lifted from her pocket; if the City had seen what she'd done to the Cupid's legs with just the wave of her hand...but the sorceress didn't do anything to the male. No, she just pointed at the man.
"How can you have no reason, no process? How can you just take what you like?" She shook her finger at the City in its current body. "No, it cannot be simply 'oh, look, it's pretty, let me have it.' If it is, then you are a child. You have not matured to understand that there must be reason. If you are not a child, then you are old, feeble. Neither of these are overly good." She sighed softly, shaking her head.
The aged and weak being would mean that they were in danger of losing here. The young, the child, would mean it would need to learn, and she was wondering what exactly was its learning curve. Yes, Baba liked chaos, liked a little anarchy, but there was a reason to cause chaos, a reason to create anarchy.
"What is the symbiosis? What do you receive from us? You give, I have seen and heard such, but what do you get in return? There is no free meal as the Mundies say." She had learn that truism long ago; anyone who had dealt with her had learned the same lesson. Nothing was free, not even love or forgiveness.
She leaned in slightly to look into the male's eyes. Her brow lifted slightly. At least it wasn't angry, not overtly so anyway. That might work in her favor; it might not. She was willing to take the chance - she'd taken a large chance in simply summoning it.