"Can do. What kind of bindings are you going to have them under?"

"You're the expert, but I'm leaning 'don't break the law don't leave the planet'."

"This only suffices if you have a very simple legal code they can in fact memorize. Also, some of the demons were couples and not all of them were straight, is that still a thing."

"It has not exactly been a priority of mine to fix, for some reason, but it's only an Elf thing, they can live with humans or Dwarves or orcs if they'd like. We have a delightfully simple legal code, I'm more worried that it permits something it ought to prohibit because Elves are not very creatively antisocial."

"Do the humans and Dwarves and orcs have delightfully simple legal codes?"

"Dwarves're even simpler - 'cooperate with arbitration of contracts you signed, don't interact with people without their consent and pick one of the following agencies for arbitration of nonconsensual-interaction disputes'. Dwarves are something else. The orcs are revamping it, it'd depend where they set their mind on settling. There are some humans here... I'm expecting they'll want to live somewhere in Ambaróne, if in the less Elfy parts."

"Dwarves are great," opines Cam. "I'll draw up a more thorough binding, though, it's potentially a huge headache to worry about jurisdiction hopping with the 'don't break the law' shortcut alone."

"Go for it."

So Cam composes a circle on his computer. "Who's doing the summoning?"

"I'm less inconvenienced by being murdered than Fëanáro, and it'd be sorta cute for the kids to do it but they're too young."

"I'm indestructible!"

"If I heard that an indestructible person somehow died I'd totally expect it was you. Also you were going to wish to be a demon and that might do weird things to active summons."

Cam nods at the expectation that a dead indestructible person would probably be Epic and at the consideration of becoming a demon. "That and if you do it it'll confuse all these demons who will definitely remember you and think you are a demon. Where d'you want the circles, I can do most of them for you."

"Room next door's probably big enough. Eighth floor," he says to the elevator, and it moves, and there is in fact a room big enough when the doors open again.

"Is this some weird Elf architecture thing I missed?"

"Every office in this building is in fact an elevator, so it can move around and open conveniently on all the things you'd plausibly want to access from your office. It is an utterly ridiculous waste of space and makes it nightmarish to find anything - it was from the phase when our architects were competing to outdo each other on how silly they could make their buildings -"

"And yet you work in it?"

"Not using it would be even more wasteful!"

"Did this building win the silliness competition or are there sillier?"

"There are even sillier! There is a building whose floors are all at at least forty-five degree angles and there is a building navigable only with a teleport or by swinging from vines attached to the outside walls and there is a building with floors so smooth it is literally unsafe to step inside it and all the furnishings made of broken glass."

"That's ridiculous," Cam remarks.

"That is what happens when you hold a contest for ridiculousness."

"I suppose that does follow. Whose idea was this contest?"

"I think Macalaurë's. The goal was to get you to make a facial expression while constructing them other than 'bleak despair' but it did not work."

"Would've had to call my attention to the designs more than handing me blueprints does."