Yeah well, unless your mouth waters when you smell blood, I kinda suspect your palate is different from a demon's.

And...wait, your bird's name is Griffon? Huh...well, he's fine. Might find himself bored, though.

[He grins and calls another sword into his hand. The Nobodies are moving in their direction, and he launches himself forward to meet them with a crackling of electricity and swish of metal cutting through air.]