Valoren listened intently but said nothing, he had given them the only hint they would get until he decided they were worth signing a contract with.  The power granted by a contract was useful to say the least. But if the demon breed just signed with anyone,<em>oh the uncouth masters I would have served,</em>thought he miserably.  His face remained neutral, despite the inner turmoil of being technically out of a job.  He topped off their cups in silence as this conversation apparently had little to do with the demon, or so he figured.  As such he still found the information useful and intriguing.  He nibbled quietly on a pastry whilst the spoken words were exchanged between the apparent Golem and the Dragon.  He made no mess, not a single crumb seeming to escape his lips.  He was pristine in practice and life, and his eating habits reflected this with flawless, effortless, composure.