He let out a sigh. "I couldn't agree more, but my mother requires me to enter a human into this contest, or I will be put in a very uncomfortable position. My mother controls me completely. What she says, I do. If I don't, she'll kill me... or worse. If she kills me or otherwise, the --approximately twenty-- people who live here will go back to the auction house, and some of them will be killed because they are old and unattractive... like Cook. Additionally, the owner of whichever human wins this contest gets to fight me to the death, and I really couldn't fight a whole blooded demon. It would end badly." He took a step back, then sunk into his chair, picking at his slightly pointed teeth and putting his clawed feet up on a foot stand.