Mechanical seemed a good way of describing Sabra's social skills, such as they were. Had no reason to care that Valerie's feelings were hurt, beyond rare curiosity.

A ghost of a smile briefly visited those lips and Sabra stepped, cat-like, in front of the girl when she attempted to remove herself, blocking the girl's path.

"Your city," she stated, matter-of-factly. "It will be an acceptable start to my kingdom."

How did one even begin to deal with a declaration like that? To just be told by an ancient being that they had simply decided to take your residential district for its own? And for a Slayer, someone duty-bound to protect the very innocents who would presumably fall victim to servitude - how would she react?

"You will be my executioner, once my armies have been gathered and united the nations as one."