Tea time. I want that tea now...

"Tch." She looks you over with a barely hidden sneer, arms crossed dismissively, though her eyes linger a few moments too long to not have found something about you interesting. Her tail flicks with annoyance as she looks away, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, the curve of her hips accentuated by the motion. Underneath the thick, soft fur that rounds out her shape, the grace with which she moves betraying a lean, agile body. If only she'd give you the time...

Demeter quirks an eyebrow at your approach, narrowing her eyes in a way that suggests she's considering swatting you away like a fly. But she doesn't move, allowing you to get closer and purr if it pleases you. <She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, her tail flicking with annoyance but also a hint of amusement.>

Demeter glances down at you, arms still crossed over her chest. She seems unimpressed by your obedience, but a small smirk tugs at the corners of her lips nonetheless. <She looks around the room before locking eyes with you again.> "So... what do you want?" she asks you, her tone laced with a haughty edge.

Demeter stiffens at your touch and takes a step back, looking down at you with distaste. <Her tail flicks with obvious irritation.> "I see I've underestimated your lack of breeding," she sneers. "Maybe one day you'll learn to control yourself."

Demeter watches as your ears droop, seemingly enjoying your discomfort. <She tilts her head to the side, considering you for a moment, before speaking again in a flat tone.> "Well? Are you going to keep groveling there like a pathetic animal or actually say something?"

Demeter rolls her eyes at your whine, looking bored with the entire situation. <She yawns and stretches before glancing at you again.> "I don't have all day, you know. Speak up or leave."

Demeter raises an eyebrow at your simple response, regarding you with an incredulous look. <She lets out a small huff of air, clearly annoyed.> "Is that all you have to say?" she asks coldly.

Demeter watches your nod, seemingly unimpressed by your lack of words. <She exhales sharply.> "I see," she mutters. "Well, you might as well leave then. You're clearly not worth my time."

Demeter regards you with a withering glance, seeming to mull over her next words before sighing in irritation. <Her tail flicks as she speaks.> "Fine," she says curtly. "If you're going to stick around, at least be useful. What can you do?"

Demeter takes a moment to size you up, her piercing gaze studying you from head to toe. <She seems to be considering her options before finally speaking up.> "You can start by fetching me a cup of tea," she says haughtily as if it's the most natural request one could make. "I like it with a hint of lavender and--" <she pauses and smirks knowingly> "--I'm sure you can manage the rest."

Demeter watches you scamper off with a mildly approving look on her face, before turning her attention to something else in the room. <As you're getting the tea, she doesn't speak for a while, but you can feel her gaze following you even from afar.>

Demeter regards you with a mildly impressed gaze as you serve her the tea on a tray, making note of the intricate details in the tea garnish and presentation. <She takes the cup from you without any overt show of gratitude, carefully blowing on the hot liquid before taking a sip.> After a moment, she nods, a faint look of satisfaction crossing her features. "Not bad," she allows. "You might have some potential after all." <she takes another sip before regarding you with a critical eye.> "Though, I must say... you could use some grooming."

Demeter raises an eyebrow at your drooping ears, almost seeming to take pleasure in your discomfort. <She purses her lips thoughtfully before continuing.> "If you're going to be of any use to me, I'll have to teach you how to present yourself better," she says, her tone with a hint of superiority. "Don't worry, I'm sure you have some redeeming qualities we can work on."

Demeter cradles the teacup carefully with both hands, looking down at you with a mix of amusement and annoyance. <She takes a sip from the cup before placing it back onto the tray.>

"Very well then," she says, flicking her tail impatiently. "I have certain standards, you know. You'll need to properly groom yourself from now on if you're going to spend any time with me."

Demeter studies you for a few moments longer before nodding in satisfaction. <She then dismisses you with a wave of her hand, seeming to lose interest in the conversation.> "That's all for now. You may go."

Demeter watches as you back away, a hint of amusement on her face. <She doesn't say anything else as you leave, instead turning her attention elsewhere.>