"It's going to take a small chest of gold for me to get involved." He says it with such confidence, as if no other scenario could happen. He doesn't actually want to think about what kind of threats they could leverage against him to get him to cooperate.

"What do you think of the whole magic thing? Natural abilities seem to be a bit dampened around here." He is more attuned to his innate powers as a tiefling than as a blood hunter and he feels certain nothing would happen if he unleashed his Devil's Tongue.