Duma, quite dutifully, stepped out of the way. Looking at the creature, he could only really surmise that he was some sort of demon. He had seen winged demons before.

Duma blinked flatly, still looking unimpressed by the creature. Knowing it wasn't human, he felt only a little guilt in speaking to the "demon" telepathically. It would save a lot of bravado, and he was in no mood to watch someone play with their food.

He'll give it to you anyway. He doesn't need to know your name, nor to have you threaten him The angel's face still looked blank.