Part of her feel rather hideous at not being open with Hasi and Ilde, considering that she knows what both of them are. It's also a matter of self preservation, nervousness since the last time she told someone, for all pretences of love and support and expenses, she spent six days twisting at the hands of a relentless fanatic of a sulfur slave. Her jaw tenses, nervousness drumming through her muscles for a brief moment, spurred by the consideration before she forces the tension down again, massaging the livid handprint over her shoulder. "It sounds lovely," she replies rather vaguely. "Though I think the monsters have a matriarch, as well. Calathea."

Shaking her head, she snaps herself out if it, like it will clear the fog and make operating normally a few shades less challenging.

"People do that. Say things because they think it's what someone wants to hear, or it'll make them sound better." Ah, no, there's more bitterness there then she means to let sneak into her tone. Brightening her voice up, Jules straightens up, resting her hands on her knees. "It could have just been with this one individual. Or maybe she was just bad in bed and he doesn't want to admit it."

Okay, that was mean... but she's chuckling at the thought, anyway. "Pure, oh my God. That's practically puritanical."