"You either don't belong here, or you flew in from a brothel down the street. Couldn't tell which off-hand," Raven shrugged, turning to watch the demon and his 'victim' for a moment before rolling his eyes. Gullible, cocksure, sassy, and pretty much screwed, he figured those described the poor girl's situation right now fairly adequately. She was playing right into his hand, and Raven debated getting involved, but pushed the thought aside quickly. He was on the run, and getting a demon pissed for c**k-blocking was a surefire way to make his situation much, much worse.
...Still, an it was an opportunity for some amusement. Raven tapped the bar counter and looked back at the elf, glancing over to the two and hoping he had noticed what was going on as well. "On the off chance you're the ladder, I'd be only too pleased to angle you for a piece later tonight if you're of the persuasion. That, or some other saucy piece of a**. I'm impartial, really." Maybe a bit blunt, but he had the better of a bottle inside him, and it was excuse enough for now. The elf would probably get pissy and correct him, but on the off chance he didn't, it could prove to be a source of amusement.
'...Actually, a pissy elf is pretty amusing either way.' Raven though, mentally nodding in consideration as he took another drink. "Also, a bottle of Vodka. Cognac is too thick to drink for long."