Damian

Damian glances at Tiriel, and to the newly-changed demon. "I hate to speak frank, but do we really have time for this? We can't guide... him out. The best we could do is possibly give directions in return for information."

He sighs, and looks to the demon. "I'm not sure going outside would be in your best interest in any case."

As he says this, his daggers still remain lightly wielded, and his knees are slightly bent, ready to spring.