Mack glanced over at Taran with some concern. The fire demon hadn't mentioned anything about a price, never mind something his purse couldn't cough up. Mack shifted uncomfortably, trying to calm down before his slime kicked in. He was still trying not to leave smudge marks that were noticeably visible. Why'd everything have to be so white? He looked back at the mage. The white demon's fingers lay outstretched, waiting for payment.<br/><br/>"Would there be any other payment you're willing to accept? Maybe - " he looked back at Taran for his reaction, just in case he was committing some kind of violation of demon social norms " - We could take out a Marsubisu?" Mack wasn't actually sure if they could take out a Marsubisu, or what they were even like. It seemed like the tower keeper was pretty heavy-handedly asking them to, and had taken it as payment before. Mack hadn't really seen enough demons to figure out how strong they were relative to other inhabitants.<br/><br/>"Taran can bring proof on his way back, probably." He hoped that the fire demon didn't mind that he was volunteering this.