Entertain his duel.

You step forwards and he sprints towards you. His agility is surprising. When he leaps, he gains impressive height, and he slashes down with his glowing sword right against the horizontal shaft of your pitchfork--raised to block. The excess energy crackles off, but you're able to repel the strength of his blow and throw him right back to where he started. His determination is admirable at the very least. Immediately after, he runs towards you to jab a thrusting strike at your midsection. Though, you strafe to the side, and with a spin of your weapon, you smack his weapon and therefore his arm far to the side.

It's your turn now. You take advantage of the opening with a thrust of the blunt end of your pitchfork into his gut. It cracks the metal of his armour and he tumbles back onto the floor. You're not finished. Quickly, you leap forwards and slam down right next to his feet. The prongs of your weapon loom over him, but when you move to strike, he redirects the blow with his shield. It grants him enough time to roll to the side and stand once again.

"Kick his ass!" the dwarf shouts.

But you're faster. With a swing of your foot, you trip him immediately back to the ground, and this time, you thrust your weapon so hard that it pierces the very stone beneath him. His sword arm becomes trapped between the prongs, though no blood has been spilled. You slam your boot down onto his chest, and open your hand threateningly in the direction of his face--a flame sparking to life within your palm.

"Enough!" you shout. "I've seen enough."

"I can fight. Let me--"

"You've lost. I'm seconds away from taking your life, but I have a proposition."

"I won't make a deal with a devil."

"A devil is no more than a being of fire from another realm. How do you think I feel? Making a deal with somebody so full of senseless prejudice. Demon King? Call me whatever you want, but look around. Is anyone here unhappy? And have you a single specific story of me actually harming an innocent person? Tell me now. I dare you."

"The Church has told us--"

"Archivar!" you call out.

A handsome elven man steps out from the shadows. His blond hair is styled back down to his shoulders, and he wears a fashionable black suit--formal in appearance and demeanour. With a smile, he places a hand to his chest and bows politely. "Yes, Mr. Efrin?"

"An elf?" the paladin mutters.

"Why did you leave the kingdom?" you ask.

"Well, those in charge were displeased with my interest in men, which of course has no basis in any logic that I have been able to wrap my mind around. I had **** but to leave, and I considered Tivera. That is when I met Mr. Efrin, however. He saved me from certain **** in the outskirts of the kingdom. It is an embarrassing story." Archivar has served as what one may consider a butler to you ever since.

"Those two guards that let you in? A couple rejected for their ways. There are more as well," you continue.

"So what's your point?" the young man asks.

"My proposition. We'll play a little bit of a game." You yank your weapon free from the stone. It seems you'll have to repair the floor later. "I will choose one of your party members, and this will not be a fight. They merely must resist temptation. If you are all truly without sin, such a thing should be trivial. Unless perhaps your whole concept of what's wrong is--... Well, I think you understand my stance enough. Let's move on. I think they're here."

The back door opens and Cari floats out. Behind her are two exceptionally attractive men--absolute models in every regard. Their skin is dark grey, they're garbed in nothing but black shorts, and they look rather similar besides one having long golden hair, and the other's being short and white. Each has a set of horns and tiny wings. It's the incubi you requested--demons of lust and desire.