The first he did in response to this rather loud, rather obnoxious creature that he had summoned? He reached up his hand and wiped his nose on his own sleeve, staring at the emblazoned skeletal man with a rather low expression. This wasn't his first time dealing with demons, nor the skeletal creatures of the underworld, and honestly, he could handle things like this so long as he didn't let himself get over his own head. This was Persi Zartosht! Not some novice blood mage stumbling to find words in front of an imp.
"Well you aren't the succubus I thought I'd conjure, but you'll work just as well." He stood up, stretching his arms a bit, his back crackling as he did so.
"You really think I'm the type to want women and jewels? Women only cause issue and jewels, well, that's for mortals to find shiny things of worth. You are talking to Zoroaster, good Sir, not just any mortal."
"Mm, and while you're at it, bring me tea, my new friend. Black tea, extra sugar, verrockt Xerordir siris val, friend."