No demands for now, accept

I decided against making demands. He wouldn't unbind my akasha now, so there was not much more to ask for. In any case, sometimes it is preferable to gain the summoner's trust before catching them unaware. One of my fond memories of the mortal world was when an overly ambitious young woman summoned me, several centuries hence, and I pretended to serve her for weeks, only to sell her into slavery to one of her rivals. It probably was not the best use of my time, seeing as I did not get the chance to consume her soul, but as I've said, we daemons never lack time - something that younger daemons tend to forget periodically, resulting in their demise at the hands of daemon hunters.

"Very well mortal. I agree to those terms. What is it that you require of me?"

"First, you must assume a more appropriate form."

Humph. Summoners were always so obsessed with the form of their conjuration. I knew some daemons who took particular delight in assuming the form of very young mortals, mere children, only to tear the heads of their unsuspecting prey. I was quite happy with my natural form - a twelve foot tall mass of muscle, with onyx black skin and burning red eyes and two large wings, but I could see that a more human appearance might be in order for my visit to the mortal world. One of the abilities of more powerful daemons, such as myself, is the ability to change form almost at will. It is this ability which enterprising mortals find most useful, for a daemon can assume the form of a mortal and cause quite some havoc. Alas, it is not perfect, for other daemons will be able to see our true forms.