"If there's anything you need, just mention it. I can translate for the demons and get it here faster." He offers it without a trace of irony. From his perspective, it's simply a matter of working smarter.

"And he isn't a pet," he sniffs defensively. "He's the result of a magical accident some months ago. There used to be hundreds of them, but apparently some of the staff found that they were...." He wrinkles his nose. "Delicious. Little Mack is one of the few survivors. His cognitive abilities are limited, but he's eager to help. Simple tasks are best. He's quite fond of soldering."