[She's standing there in the doorway, looking at him. Between her two hands is a twisted handkerchief and she has a look on her face that isn't exactly insane, but it's not entirely avoiding the slightly unhinged end of the spectrum.

Her horns, this close, do not look like costume horns and there's a definite tail lashing about behind her, a bit like an agitated cat with its spaded tip waving left and right. The faintest whiff of sulfur lingered in the air, somehow managing not to be offensive.]

Hello Ritsu. Be a good... boy I suppose and open your mouth, would you? We're going to have a talk, and you're not going to apologize once during it.

Clear?