The noble Efreeti (that is a 'Malik' of Efreet, in their own tongue) has been watching all this with an aloof expression, like a father watching the squabbling of two children, neither of them his own -
- well, until she claims to be Dispater's, and then, possibly, his face twitches a little.
"Your business here?" he inquires, in a voice that sounds like heated brass feels to the touch.