The one cleaning Ianthe's back briefly glanced up but then continued to gently wipe away blood. The necromancer, on the other hand, gave her full attention to this cheeky newcomer. Demand of her? Interesting.

"Have you not been given hospitality already? I see clothing upon your body, a Dominant's cuff upon your wrist," Ianthe replied. "You should have been given shelter in the boarding house, food to eat. What has been denied in a way that you must demand anything?"