Siskenet crossed his arms.  “Fine.  You want me to trust you?  Let’s start with you showing me what you really look like.  Nothing to hide, right?”

“No tea then?”  The man sighed.  “Very well.  But there is nothing to show you, Siskenet.  I have no true form.”

“But…how….  What do you mean?  That doesn’t even make sense.” Siskenet set it firmly in his mind, he wasn’t going to be persuaded by whatever this Demon said.  It was a Demon! They were in the Hells.  He must not forget that, no matter how slick this creature’s whole schtick was.

“I’m an abstraction.  A coalescence of patterns that very commonly replicate in consciousness, throughout the self-aware, sentient creatures of the worlds.”  The man smiled, spreading his hands and shrugging.  “It’s kind of hard to explain.”