Gripping the Koran's hand, Jerus shakes it firmly. "Indeed you can. I am Jerus Derins." As he lets go of Koran's hand, he senses something coming up behind him and spins around, dropping into a crouch and slicing at the same time, the demon gurgling slightly before falling into two pieces that hit the ground with a squelching sound. Standing, Jerus uses the demon's clothing to clean his blade and then sheaths it, looking at the other man who was awake and keeping his hand on his sword hilt. He didn't make him feel at ease with the insane glint in his eye.