He gave the mages a glare, crossing his arms as his anger began burning away his civility. "Few points. First, it is tiefling, not demon. Sort of like calling you three lesser humans, instead of elves. Yes, I can tell, your voices are distinctive in spite of your robe's enchantments. Second, I have a name, it is not demon.<em>Sephimoph</em>. And thirdly, I am well aware this is a join or die. So stop sugar coating it and get on with it."<br/><br/>He did not mention it was actually a join and die later or refuse and die now. He knew what everyone thought of tieflings, hence why he rarely stayed in the same place for long. And in spite of the eye candy, he knew they were all likely not the only group going after... whoever they had said, and only the winning group's demon support would get a prize. The others would likely be killed. No doubt he would get a full briefing later.