Foxy, kitty, fluffy — she'd heard them all before, and she knew she'd hear them a hundred times more, in the form of compliments and insults alike. She couldn't really feel surprised. Her features could appeal to many — not too human, but not all that animal, either.
Everyone had defining features, and among demons they meant a lot. If someone could tell what you were made up of, they could tell right off the bat what your inherent talents were, what kind of threat you might be, or, alternatively, what kind of interest they might have in you. The more human you looked, the more dangerous, really — it made you more unpredictable. Everyone was always naturally suspicious and simultaneously interested in animalistic demons like herself — they bridged the gap between humanoid and not, and especially for someone like Koto with an inherent innocence that accompanied her species, the interest could be carried into harmless desire or escalate into bloody lust.
She was always proud of what she was, but it did scare her at times.