His tablet, damn it all, he's become careless and maybe if whoever this is (when did he/it/whatever arrive?) has been picking them up - kick the chair to the left under the other table and there goes his plans for stop focus - Sherlock's claims echo back to him, as do his own tedious theories.

"No, I really don't think I've needed someone to come in and burn down my shop." Glitch edges away from the fire and shoves the panic away, takes a step closer to the demon. He has to get his tablet back, he has to get out of there, he has to find out who this is and what they want. "Foxglove, right?"

A shot in the dark but it might give him a little time.