Sabra's head tilted, registering, processing the reply. Valerie seemed to have a knack for knowing what to say and how to say it, at moments like these. She was appointed to act in the capacity of a guide. It made the demoness pause in consideration.

"Why?"

Which was just as valid a response in its own right. The Slayer was fast, agile and, most of all, strong. Capable.

"You serve another?" She asked, frowning in suspicion. "You would rather take another station - a concubine?"

It had a form of logic to it. Especially when Sabra could not understand why the offer would be logically refused. Was she seeking a more applicable role?