Alorin looked solemnly at the elf.
"I am not a horse." He said mildly.
"I do not carry people!"
He did not mean to sound rude or off it was just his way, he did not converse with earth dwellers very often.
"You are right though, we need to leave and find them, your sister will love this demon, make no mistake, she will be unhappy if you try to take her from him...she is his mistress now. I do not mean this to be coarse but she will be in every sense of the word."
His thoughts went to the Nephilim, the boy, his nephew.
"Likely the boy is starting to reach his Kai'Tor...his ..." He struggled to reach for a word that might explain it to the elf.
"Do you have coming of age....when a boy starts to feel certain feelings...display certain needs...to grow in his strength?" He asked with his head tilted.
Such a thing might be similar to Kai'Tor, though for this Nephilim it would be a time of torment, feelings he did not understand, a tearing between his soul, that of demon and that of Angelic.