Neko can appreciate the fashion sense of a fellow demon. Not that Delia is a demon but the woman exudes pheromones that sure do smell similar to Nekomata's own charm magics. Frankly, Delia may not want to correct the assumption. It makes the cat demon think more highly of her.

"Family can be hella important to survival, mya." Neko stretches from where she's been laying atop a nearby wall, soaking in the sunbeams of this lovely late summer day. "Me and my sisters always banded together back in our world. It was either that or risk being eaten, nya."

Though her tails curl in interest as she hops down form her perch.

"I guess you could say I'm the one who bucks the trend. Choosing to work and survive in the human world instead of with the rest of them."