A tendon in the demon's neck tightened as his jaw clenched, eyes shutting, and he craned his head slightly to the side, as if the sound hurt his ears. His formerly pleased growl slipped into something darker. "Anyone could hear you."

He turned, finally, his gaze on the gnome, and with the growl still in his voice, spoke quietly. "And your voice is like dragon claws scraping the insides of my skull. I don't like you. Leave me alone." The last word was a soft snarl.