The demon just chuckled, deciding to say nothing of the fact that he thought physical torture to be rather boring. "Kill someone? Hm... You'll go to hell girly, and you don't want that now, do you? That's his plan, you know. The insignificant speck of flea shit..." The rodential hiss evoked images of dank, close tunnels and wriggling, blind things more than the annoyance he'd meant to express. "No. I have a better idea. You summon me to physical form here, and I'll do it." Somehow the rat even managed a motion like spitting. "Damoen indeed!" The wormy tail lashed, winding itself around whatever was handy as it knocked about. "This would purely a favor to you, of course. Damoen is hardly worth the time to me as it takes to say his name."