But that was par for the course for Rindros. His whole life was about being around beasts who were far stronger than he, but still being in control.

In his eyes you were just a more sapient demon. You wanted to kill priests, so I invited you along to do so, and mixed in a few others along the way.

You could have killed me pretty easily, we both knew it (especially when I had to reconjure), but like every other demon, you respected my strength/reputation too much to make a move, but I could never be sure of my safety. I enjoyed that immensely.

The image that thinking about Dvalygg always brings to mind is Rindros being super low hp, on one knee, an eye shut in pain, with one arm holding a shoulder while the other one's hand is extended out to his demon, dripping blood, whispering with authority "You will obey!"