Benedict pauses as the drow approaches with curious eyes for his companion, but at least her approach did not come off as threatening.  He considered for just the briefest of seconds, then slapped Verena firmly on the rump, propelling her into the arms of the female priestess whose touch is no doubt quite a bit more gentle if no less sensual.  Then he turns to the inspect the gap, allowing the time to get... ahem, acquainted.  Then, he reaches back to perform the duty that was requested of him, picking up the assumingly unresistant fiend into his arm like a child.  Even with the added weight, though, he makes the jump look painfully easy as he lands across and sets the assassin back down.  He turns, looking back, and should the dancer require, he'll catch her as she makes the leap across as well.<br/><br/>With that conflict over with, at least for now, he lopes at Orlando's side as they cut a quick pace toward rescue!  First the Vrock, and then the stronger demon, dispatched without so much as a lifted hand.  The beast chuckles to himself, scratching idly behind pointed ear, and comes to a stop as their tour guide does.  He too, was covered in powder, which drew only a sneeze from him as he shook it off his himself with a sudden sharp twist and pat.  The call for peaceful discussion, though, does surprise Benedict.  "At least you are not as hot headed as the girl."  He chuckles to himself, his muscles flexing to the point that the skin looks as if it could not contain it.  "You think these fiends can be of use to us?  Make our path... easier?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>