He smiled internally, allowing his Lord to see his amusement at the thought of Denara getting defiled at the hands of the lizard demon. Then, amusement turned to imagination, and another internal chuckle at whether she could handle both of his tools at the same time. He looked up at the demon prince at his command and bowed his head once, instantly darting away to begin gathering the scouts. He sent a greetings to Garnex as he passed, and another to Azeerae, along with a dirty image or two of the both of them together.<br/><br/>He made a list in his head, crossing off the ones who would be drunk or not worthy of the Prince's time. Smiling, which was rare and a dangerous site, he knew that things were going to get more interesting. Barking orders at each of them as he ran by, he knew they would be ready, under fear of something much worse than death, before the Prince's deadline. Making his way to the camp, he wondered what the gathering was going to accomplish.