Hellfire. So, that's a thing. That's a thing, and that is Hellfire, and that is a Duke of Hell, and they're stuck inside a karaoke bar with no flaming sword and no holy water.

Great. Yes, this is great, this is fantastic. Damn near perfect.

He tries to think, back pressed against the wall. "Magic." Obviously. "We get these people out of here and--and we go. Maybe back to the temple, oh--"

They don't even know if he still thinks they can't be destroyed by traditional means. He certainly doesn't actually want to know how it feels to be gently kissed by fire from the pits of Hell itself.