"Don't care. I want to know if you intend to consume the child as you stated, or you were acting in self defense. Senility is getting to him more and more, these days, the insipid little gremlin. If you made a convincing enough impression you could have convinced him you are an albatross."
The zombie woman continued her walk, and rolled her hand. A little bell suddenly appeared, and she promptly rang it. In a single moment, a familiar looking waiter appeared in front of her. His monotonous Germanic quite evident even in his sigh, "Mistress, what is required of..."
Looking over at Silver, his eye twitched a bit, showing surprise for a split second. The zombie patted his cheek, "Ah ah ah, no looking at my guest without permission, minion."
His eyes snapped forward. She continued, "I want out of the Howling Marsh, and somewhere...mm, nicer. Let's say a cliffside by Demacia? You know where."
The waiter slammed his hands together and weaved a portal fifty meters in front of Silver. The zombie grabbed his chin and waggled it around, "I didn't say portal, did I?"
"Then no portal."
The waiter nodded, slammed his hands together, and the three of them were not soaring above a cliff with a good view of the entire city of Demacia. "Table. Two chairs. We'll see where it goes from here."
The table and two chairs appeared on the cliffside. The zombie once again grabbed the waiter's face, "I didn't say on the ground, now did I?"
"Whatever." She leaned in and kissed the waiter, pressing her rotting lips against his, "I forgive you this time."
The zombie motioned to Silver, "Have a seat. I assure you, no reason to be rude...For now."