A delicate eyebrow arched impossibly high on Stella's pale face, her expression a mask of haughty disdain. The avian demoness barely spared the plebeian before her a glance, crimson orbs flickering towards them with the barest hint of acknowledgement. Her long, manicured talons tapped impatiently against the armrest of a plush chair, their sound a sharp counterpoint to the hushed whispers that usually filled the lush gardens that she spent her moments of leisure in. How dare this thing interrupt her afternoon tea? Did they truly believe themselves worthy of her attention? The very idea was preposterous.

"Well?" Stella finally hissed, her voice a chilling blend of boredom and irritation. "Spit it out, creature. I haven't got all day to entertain the whims of the unwashed masses." The poignant insult hung in the air, as her beak curled into a sneer. A cruel glint in her eyes suggested that she derived a perverse pleasure from belittling those she deemed beneath her.

With a flick of her wrist, she summoned a nearby imp servant, tone dripping with condescension. "Fetch me another cup of Darjeeling, would you, darling? And perhaps something a little stronger for our guest. I suspect they'll need it to recover from the shock of being in my presence." She turned her attention back to the lower-class demon, countenance sharp and unforgiving. "Now, what was it you wanted? I do hope it's worth interrupting my afternoon for."