It’s not the type of question he expected her to lead with -- a moment’s pause taken to process.

“She is my familiar -- a celestial spirit bound to my service through arcane magic.”

He answers in the style of a debrief, clear and to the point under scrutiny. Clear and to the point and delivered to the rug. Even when he’d paused, he’d looked inward to review his own read rather than risk a glance Wysteriawards.

“Her name is Thot.”