And Simon, no doubt causing the demon further confusion, patted Zevran's shoulder soothingly as he reached the table where he'd been making medicine for fevers. There was no lustful longing for skin in Simon's touch, whether or not they had flirted awkwardly before, because now the mage had a job to do.

Another spirit, more solid than the wisps, stood a chance of being noticed as it materialized on the other side of the table. It was tall and broad and straight, unwavering and silent as it watched on...though it did, at one point, look over at the desire demon and giving an unmistakable stink eye.

Duty had arrived to ruin the party before it could begin. Simon had noticed it before but paid it no mind, not even enough to figure out what sort of spirit it was. It didn't get in his way so there didn't seem to be a need to bother it.

"The best way to be rid of demons like that one is to wait them out in my experience," Simon answered, reaching for a bowl that smelled fresh and bitter. "They grow bored if they don't get what they want. Trying to engage them is just asking for trouble."

Simon would know a lot about not getting what he wanted.