She would take a pretty shawl and some candy but pass on the art glass.

Giggle. I'll bring them by when I get home. 

And another one!

Cult! Someone in robes jumps up and runs away when he appears.

Ooooh, he'd been kind of wondering about the cult. He waits.

More people in robes appear. They start chanting. He can catch the occasional word but apparently his original summoner didn't actually speak whatever this is and the vocabulary overlap is slim.

Chanting chanting chanting chanting "the demon" chanting chanting.

What language is the binding in?

The binding is a preprint with his name filled in in English.

Well okay. The demon stands there with his arms crossed glaring at the cultists.

They chant a lot and then most of them leave and the remaining one sits on the floor and meditates.

About sending their demon home?

It transpires that no.

He reads through his binding.

Pretty snug. He might have more wiggle room if he had a task and as usual wordless magic affecting nothing outside the circle is fine.

He practices Apparating. He has yet to get the hang of it but trying to do a one-foot jump is as good practice as any. 

As soon as he produces a loud noise the meditating cultist gets up, opens a cupboard, pulls out a flamethrower, sits back down, and sets the flamethrower beside him.

Uh. 

He continues practicing.

The next time he gets a loud noise the cultist takes aim.

Do these people not understand how demons work.

Apparently not well enough to consider aiming a flamethrower at one a poor choice.

He stretches out his wings as far as the circle will permit that and scowls at the guy. Then he folds them. Then he goes back to practicing.

Next loud noise gets him set on fire. He can't burn very much but his clothes can.

Yep. Actually kind of hurts but he just rolls his eyes at the guy in case the problem here was a lack of clarity about how demons work.

Five seconds of flamethrower then it gets put down and he goes back to meditating.