[Leave the lying to the people who have just barely more charisma than you, Nott. He gives her a sideways glance, but it's better to let her have her delusions. Her name is Nott, after all. As in she's not all the things she says she is.

He likes that about her. It's one of those nice little shared treats the Mighty Nein have.] Six of one, half a dozen of the other. [He waves a hand in a kinda-sorta gesture. Whether they're behaving "typical" or not doesn't really matter. It's the same to him either way so long as they're not being savage.] They're not being outright rude, but they are sidestepping me. Judging by the looks, I don't think most of them have even seen a tiefling before, and they probably think I crawled out of the Hells to brandish contracts at them.

[Ugh. There's almost nothing worse than a cliche. Show him a pit fiend or a devil with this much style, and he'll eat one of his baubles.]