The truth.

Looking the massive creature over you decide to answer honestly. “To be honest, I want to eat a big fat steak, get fucked, and go to bed.”

He laughs in a roar, “Then by all means, I would be honored to help. Barkeep give my friend Faesra here a nice fat steak with all the trimmings.”

“Wait what did you call me?” You find you simply have to ask.

“What do you mean? You are Faesra right. I am sure of it.” He replies seeming concerned.

“How do you know my name?” You ask, suddenly worried he is going to rip you in half.

“Aah, you should have paid more attention in school, Guardian devils like me can see the nature of anyone they look at. That is why wizards love us, and our enemies fear us. Knowledge of your enemies nature can give you power over them. Do you want your slaves name?”

“Sure, thanks.”

“It is Asrashia. Using that name I could blast her back to where she was spawned, as if she would survive the trip.” Obviously finding that funny, he roars with laughter. Your meal is served, and he seems content to watch your gorge yourself. With the first bite you are suddenly aware of just how hungry you are, and rip into the steak, tiny potatoes, and carrots. “You definitely eat like a warrior.” Laughing again he seems happy watching the crowd, watching you, and drinking his beer.

Finally sated, you flash him a smile and wipe the drippings from your mouth, “Ok buddy, get us a room.”

“Wait, you didn't mean me? No, I can't fuck you, I would kill you. You are half my size.”

“Nope, don't care, you are the nicest person I have met, since, well, I guess I can honestly say since I was born here. I don't have any money, Hell I don't have much of anything, so I am going to fuck you. It is the best gift I can give to someone so nice.” Grabbing his finger you tug till he stands, grab your spear with the other hand, and lead the two unlikely companions back to the bar. “Barkeep, my friend here needs a room for the night for us. One with a comfy bed, he is going to fuck the life out of me.”

“Umm, of course, here.” He hands you a key and looks stunned at the coins that your massive new friend sets on the counter without saying a word.

You click the key in the lock and pull the door open to reveal a rather simple looking room with a chamber pot, wash basin, small table with two wide chairs big enough for your new friend, and a bed sized for two of his kind, easily. You then secure the bindings on the shaft of the spear and slam it down into the floor, pretty sure the demoness won't get away, and lead him over to the bed. “Really I am honored, I would love to fuck you, but I can't. Look.” His scales seem to part a bit and out plops a cock unlike anything you have ever encountered. It is 20” long, and fully 6” thick.