Externally, his face is still calm, collected. Internally, however, Diabhall is questioning what is happening. He had thought any potential damage done by his arrival would have sorted itself out by the end of quarantine...but something is plainly not right. Probably with his brain. That would explain it.

During a turn that points him towards the edge of the dancefloor, he steals the briefest glance at Allumin - then, just as quickly, brings it back to Loki again.

Focus.

"Correct. He deals in knowledge and wanted to know all that I could find for him to collect." A twist, a spin, a complex little step. "He was an Androsphinx. Infernal, but not necessarily demonic. I made the deal in adolescence."