Rane did not seem too knowledgeable on the hierarchy of the Horned Society. Rane just laughed, several of the Incubi joining in mostly because the boss was laughing so it seems right to join in.
"So? What? You came here to, like, what, warn me or somethin'?" Rane sat up and seemed amused. "Oooh, you done fucked up now!" Shouted one of the Incubi. "Can it!" Rane shouted, also shoving away one of the literally horny Incubi who had begun trying to kiss and lick at her ankles before continuing.
"If you're here to warn me, you're wastin' you're fucking time. And why didn't you bring me a gift! You know, tribute! Isn't that how it works?" She seemed genuinely unsure. "And well, if it's a veiled threat well you're sill wastin' your time because if I wanted you dead the only real issue for me would be deciding what of the myriad of spectacular ways to kill you would be most appropriate."
When Rane had finished speaking, before the trio could answer, the Incubi chimed in again with their insightful comments.
"Can we fuck'em, boss?"
"Never did a corpse before... well, a movin' one anyway."
"Check out the crossbow whore's cans!"
Rane wasn't so amused. "Manners, fuckwits! Manners! And that's not how you treat women, shitfuckers! And mind your godsdamned language! I can fuckin' send you all back as easily as I brought you here, don't godsdamned forget it!"
"Sorry, Mistress Rane."