Etrigan grunts through fanged teeth at the blunt impact of the boot against his leg. At least the boot protects Glitch's toes-- but it doesn't seem to much inconvenience the monster, either.

A smirk crawls onto Etrigan's face as he watches the human flail for a weapon. Ah, survival instincts-- so cute.

He makes no move to dodge the arch of the hammer-- he only turns his head to meet it with his open mouth, of all things. There's a dull crack as the head of the hammer hits his jagged fangs, and then his mouth snaps shut around it.

Etrigan bites the hammer head loose of its shaft, turns his head, and deliberately spits out the chunk of metal and splinters of wood.

"That's one, two, three strikes you're out--
"At the old-- ball-- game.
"So squirm if you like-- go on, twist about--
"But darling, it all ends in flame."

The beast opens its maw, and Glitch can see a red glow burning up from where normal people have esophaguses. (esophagi?)

The moment is broken by the sound of a door slamming open, somewhere down in the front room.

"Glitch? Glitch, you in here? Fucking Christ this place looks like a shambles."

The demon snarls-- specifically on the word 'Christ'-- and drops Glitch's wrist as abruptly as he'd seized it to begin with.