"I am five years old. Of course, that may seem very young to you two, but cats age a little differently than humans do." And monsters, apparently. "I suppose you could say I am.. around thirty years old in your human years."

She hops off the throne and rubs up against Serif, starting to purr in the hopes he'll pet her. Maybe he'll be a tad more gentle than Frisk-- who tried, but was... a bit too rough for Duchess' tastes, like she was a dog. "And I do not doubt your ability to protect yourselves, no! What I worry about is-- who will you run to when you're scared? Who feeds you? Even human children stay with their mothers when they're young, after all."