The demon hardly glanced up from his work, still shifting through mountains of papers. When Cyn told her guest to take a seat, Demagogue glanced up again, noticing that he wasn't obliging.... It was distracting.
"Yes, to have a seat, sir. I'll be with you in a minute." The illusion that showed over Demagogue's skeletal features was that of a tall, lanky man in clothes fit for the manager of the winery, a darker shadow cast over his eyes with almost silver-grey irises in the center and a wide toothy smile upon his face. In general, he'd look hardly any different from anyone else from his winery besides... of course... he was the boss. After a few more minutes of filling out papers, the demon with sigh, getting up from his desk and walking over to the man, holding a hand out for him to shake, smiling with appreciation.
"I'm sorry about that... Business has been rather quick these last couple of days... My name is Daniel Gans, though you may call me, Mr. G." Whether or not the man would shake his hand, Demagogue's expression wouldn't fall. In fact, his smile only widened. This man seemed quite on edge... No doubt due to Cyn's presence... He had received reports ahead of time explaining what their plans were for this man and what... unfortunate circumstances that fell upon him. Instead of trying to be intimidating, he wanted to be amicable... respectable... maybe he could worm out some genuine aid from this guy...
"Please, my good man... Would you like some wine...?" Demagogue took a bottle from where it rested on his desk, smiling generously. "Or maybe... you're hungry?" he looked over at the table and his eyes fell on Cyn.
"Cyn, please remove yourself from the table! We have a guest here!" Upon the table, luckily away from the time-mage's feet, were small slices of hard-bread with some sharp cheeses laid across in a meticulous manner. A snack fit for a noble, he might say...