Bimet looks down beneath where he stood, a ritual of some sorts being held in a bedroom greeting his gaze. A single human stood before him. Bimet looked down at the human with a sharp gaze, “Are you wealthy? Or are you a hobo? I welcome the former. If you are the latter, get the hell out of my face.”

Bimet doesn’t care if this human summoned him through hard work and heavy sacrifice. He only cares about wealth, and a hobo would simply not be tolerated wasting his time.