Damien stood up, feeling it necessary, and gave a bow to the demon... rather than a handshake. "Damien Varomere. I am pleased to meet you." It might not have been entirely true, but it was cordial. Damien was mentally trying to fathom if he had actually just bowed to a demon. 

The dark angel placing her hand on her weapon did not escape his notice however, and he glanced at her warily.