Cam is dipping a grilled cheese sandwich into a bowl of tomato soup when he feels the summons. He goes ahead and grabs it. Doesn't even drop the sandwich.
"Let's be on our way, then. I bet you won't have much trouble magicking up a nice unobtrusive tunic."
"Shall I copy the design of yours and just change the color and fit, or what?"
Cam manifests a similar tunic, except in gray. "I can cheat a little on knowing what I'm doing but I do need something to go on, I am not relevantly psychic about thirtieth century fashion trends."
"Noted. This way," he says, and leads Cam out the room and down the hall and into a lift tube that floats them down to ground level.
Out they swoop, back into unadjusted local gravity; the short man handles this change with perfect grace. His gloves disappear into some pocket or other.
Cam stumbles, but gets back up again in short order. "So what is your name?"
"I'm not sure if I should be telling it to a magical demon from another universe. What if you steal my soul?"
"Make one up, then, I don't care, unless you'd rather I get your attention by naming you after a fictional dwarf or something. I'm Cam, by the way."
"First thing to come to mind is 'Gimli'. I have no idea if Lord of the Rings has stood the test of time for that long."
"Maybe not for everyone. I recognize it. I read a lot of old books..." They reach a side door, and leave by it. "My name is Mark."
"Good to meet you, Mark. And the danger with demons isn't actually soul-stealing. That's just a rumor."
"What is the danger, then? That you might conjure someone a hat made of antimatter?"
"We can't actually do antimatter, but that doesn't substantially limit potential destructive power. An angel or a fairy could kill you too, of course, but they don't have the range or scale a demon does."
"Do you have any restrictions on what you can conjure besides 'not antimatter' and 'half a clue what you're doing'? And what do angels and fairies do?"
"Angels change stuff - they need to know more about what they're doing than demons do, by quite a bit, and there are some limits on how much they can change a thing's density and volume in one go, though they can reduce stuff to almost nothing if they take a few steps to do it in. Fairies move stuff around, which they can get creative with but usually don't, and also use to make up for the fact that their wings don't suffice to get them off their ground conventionally."
"Could you make a cat embryo that goes on to grow up smart? Have you studied the cutoff point?"
"I haven't, but the people who distribute pet kittens to their fellow demons have; anything I make in advance of the stage of development where it has a brain can get itself a fully functional brain the long way around. For cats, anyway. If you make a human body it's so far below the level of intelligence it'd need to function that you can't even get it to carry a baby to term, some people have tried. I haven't studied this extensively, I think it might be a hormone thing, human hormones react to mental states that a made body just plain cannot have. So Hell is not full of grotesquely obtained human babies, which is good, that would fuck up the balance of our zero-scarcity anarchy pretty thoroughly."
"Nnno, and I don't think I will tell any of my fellow demons about them, either."
Mark snorts. "Good plan. Of course, the humans where you're from might like to know about them..."
"Yeah, but demons pick up information, you know. I'd have to think about it."