Demon who is so excited to meet you, they're gonna scream... and scream, and scream, and scream.
Skandaxxu is vibrating, making a continuous high-pitched noise that's resonating all the glassware in the bar, and it's gone a couple of minutes past "this kind of overreaction to minor celebrity is embarrassing for all involved, including bystanders".
"Does," says legendary Lady of Lust turned freelance troublemaker Sultrix Baqqorax, in a vaguely concerned way, "your friend have some kind of...I don't know...reset button?"
"Yeah, you just—" Zincia and Yaxmin say together; "gotta curl your fingers like this," Yaxmin adds at the same time Zincia says, "smack her round the back of the head!"
They look at each other.
"Glad to see she's in expert hands," Sultrix Baqqorax says, shrugging, and pulls out a piece of eternally hot infernal iron, sullenly glowing: a brand, signature stylised SB ringed with barbed-wire clematis. "Who wants to be autographed?"
"You bend her over, I'll hold her," Zincia says wearily to Yaxmin over the top of Skandaxxu's excitement-vibrating head.