He grins, and snaps his fingers, conjuring his own cigar. "Thanks, that's much better," he replies, grinning around the cigar as he lights it, with a similar snap of the fingers. "And I am still Ryan Starsinger, adventuring cleric, and god of machines. A pleasure." He takes a long draw, letting out a thick cloud of smoke. "Ahh, don't get to do that, often. The others here complain about the smoke, after all, what with needing to stay clean, all the time. The suit helps them forget I'm not really one of them. So, what brings a non-evil demon lord to my neck of the woods?"