Demagogue wasn't exactly avoiding his employees persay, rather, he was going out of his way to make sure that he wasn't exactly seen... Sure, a glance or two was okay, maybe even a passing comment, but he couldn't afford to maintain long conversations with them either. He was aware of his... degenerating appearance, hard to miss when the majority of your products were glass... He looked like he was now wearing the skin of a man, eyeballs and organs included. He appeared... human but not, in the way a doll crafted earily well might appear... In short, Demagogue walked the trenches of the uncanny valley and because of this, he was unable to maintain his usual repore with the people he was paying.
It had been a good amount of time avoiding his people before he finally caught view of his partner in wine, Nashya, walking his way. With each step, Demagogue's illusionary human form returned to it's regular handsome self, his open confidence and liveliness returning with his form. The demon met the girl half way, smiling down at her as if greeting an old friend, though he refrained from a hug or handshake he might actually offer to one of those.... Keep things professional.
"AH, There you are!" Demagogue exclaimed with a slight guffaw, then his voice drawing quieter. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to run this place without being in someone's direct line of sight...?" Nash then mentioned that she needed to leave once more to Connlaoth, that she had business there. The demon's smile seemed to grow hard around the edges not in an angry way, but more... displeased with this news.
"You're leaving...?" He questioned, looking around to make sure no one was listening before reaching out and gently tugging her arm, a signal to walk. "What business? I need to be here to display a new wine we've concocted... It'll blow our competition out of the water but ONLY if we advertise it correctly... What could make you so busy that you can't stay by my side?"