I've heard people assume and call me worse before even bothering to ask. You're much politer. [Another ale is left on the table and he waves it at Jonathan in a slight toast.] D'you not have tieflings where you came from? I know they don't seem to exist here.

[He taps a fingernail against the woodgrain, indicating... well, the tavern. The world. Molly is still getting his head around all of this.]