Blake yelped in pain as her claw sank into the flesh of his glamour. He felt the blood run down his cheek, as he fight back the urge to lash out in response to the pain. His stomach churned slightly as he glanced down, despite the fact the distance posed no real threat to him. He didn't say this, but he his suspicions of who was responsible. "Might be hunters, who are supposed to be showing up soon. Maybe they're reinforcements" He hoped this information would get this demon off his back. Medoh and Rosalind seemed to suspect him, but why? Did they know about the fire? He tensed up at that thought, gulping slightly. He wouldn't be surprised if they did know, but he hadn't told anyone. "Are you interrogating everyone, or is this just because I'm an imp?" He smirked slightly, hoping this joke and slight accusation would distract the duo from his nervousness.