Godzilla! That was the name of those Japanese movies. Behir felt a little better now that he remembered where he had seen that sort of monster before, but that didn't seem very important right now. As the man relaxes his stance, Behir loosens up himself, noticeably. He really hadn't wanted to be cut up tonight, and striking out at another hero would just start one of those useless fights that always happened in the comics. Which was not what the demon was here for. Instead, he concentrates on his right first claw, bringing a toe around so that it is more like a human hand; with three fingers facing one way, and the last opposing. Still not exactly human-ish, but at least hand-like. Stretching out, he took Ronin's offered hand.

"No problem Ronin. That's what heroes do, right? I'm... Uh..." Oh, Beelzebub in a bucket. He'd never actually come up with a name. Bob was his human name, and he couldn't really use his demon name, and... Oh, what the Hel.
"Uh... Behir. You can call me Behir."