Victoria took Titus' rather defensive answer to be a cover-up; perhaps he was small for a demon? She hadn't met that many demons - and especially not demons that resemble Titus - but she saw no reason why he should be insecure about his size... Size was something you were born with, right?

"That's alright, Sir Titus," She replied with a sympathetic smile, "Some are smaller than others. It is not something you should feel insecure about." Upon hearing his reply to her question, however, she started to frown. She then floated over to where the pygmy foxfires were, and hovered protectively over them. Glue is made out of minipets?! FUR COATS ARE MADE OF DEAD MINIPETS?!

"Or what, sir?" She asked, turning to the shop owners as her frown deepened, fearing the worst. When Titus picked up the foxfire from before, Victoria looked at the boil from where she was standing, "It can be family, Sir Titus! Adoption... Adoption is giving a home to someone who doesn't have one! Perhaps it could warm your feet on a warm day? Or fetch you your papers?"

She was determined to see at least one of those go to a (good?) home.

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