Miraj felt his face going hot with anger. No one turned their back on Miraj -- not without some serious repercussions. He folded his arms across his chest, a dark stormcloud darkening his features. "Achash, dear," he said, in a voice too quiet for Tristan to overhear. "Teach that child a lesson, will you? Don't do anything too permanent."
"Aye aye, cap'n," the demon replied. All at once he was a bat, slicing through the air with outstretched wings. The bat soared past Tristan's head, wheeled around in midair, and made a beeline straight for the boy's face. At the last moment, though, it shapeshifted into a massive hunting hawk. It swept past Tristan's head, but not before raking a single, sickle-curved talon along the boy's scalp. It was a warning shot -- not enough to cut to the bone, but quite enough to draw blood. The hawk flew a couple more meters to land gracefully on Miraj's shoulder.
(ooc: I don't want to powerplay, so Tristan's welcome to try and dodge that blow if you want ;))