You're getting an eyeroll, tall blond and handsome. And the snake is now ignoring you and nuzzling up against the back of Thomas's ear, hiding in his hair.

"A daemon isn't actually an animal. According to the folks where she came from, she's a 'physical manifestation of my inner self'. My soul, for lack of a better word." He glances over at Steve. "I took a trip to one of the islands around this place to help out a bunch of mapmakers and when the option of keeping her with me came up, it seemed more prudent for me to keep her around."

He leans in to push the chair out.

"Now siddown and I'll treat dinner."