Trakel bared his sparkling green jackal teeth in a grin watching the lady bury her insides in shredded turkey meats. 'Well, she certainly has enthusiasm for food but unless she's going to eat the royal guard that doesn't help much. Or... She could eat the royal guard...' he thought, imagining becoming this girl's mint-coated man cook. Two kitchen knives and a chef's cap would be a nice form for kidnapping. 

Rushing over toward the demoness, Trakel jumped and changed form in midair. He latched onto the far side of Iris's turkey bone to shift as a blade with a bone handle. "So do you prefer stabby, smacky or shooty? To me you look the type that fires lightning from their eyes and fire from their mouth." he asked, changing forms to a mace head, crossbow and wand when needed. "Don't worry, I can help with that too in my own way."