Sir, please. Licking the blood of a large cat with a glowing tail can't be good for you let alone hygienic. What if there were some weird, funky side effects that came with it? The list of things that she's qualified to do is already pretty slim and shockingly, dealing with someone dealing with the effects of potentially hallucinogenic blood is not on that list.

Her eyes track his hand as he rubs the finger between his fingers wondering if there's a purpose behind it. Hilda's thoughts are momentarily sidetracked though when the seriousness colours that response. Huh. Maybe he isn't bluffing. "Are you some kind of ruler or something?" Why else would he have to deal with people's problems?