Apparently the concept of 'high tea' was hilarious. To those that thought of it as a ritual --Cairne only thought of it as the perfect time to raid homes--, this was an insult at its finest. Thankfully Cairne didn't believe in such things and chuckled along with. "I'm sure your elders would get a kick out of it. Even better, 'Low Tea'. " Highly exagerated, Cairne sighed and shook his head as though this was quite the travesty. It was. Who had time and money to have tea at any other time but the nobles?

Too much money. Too little time. Not enough Tea.

"Come now! Your charming personality and dashing looks could slay at least a dozen fair maidens of high virtues in a matter of seconds. Maybe a few fairys too. " Though it wasn't much of a continuation, Cairne just didn't want to think of the logistics that would be involved with over a few thousand. There weren't many people on the island as it was. Just that amount was staggering. It probably showed that Cairne just didn't want to think of those numbers... he was staring longingly at the bottom of his water cup.

So when he was told his ranks would increase exponentially, there was a skeptical look at the demon. Did he doubt it? No. Cairne knew he would have to seek active enrollment. He would also have to cull the herd to make sure only the best survived in his bunch. "Perhaps indeed you are right, Altias. "