so what was this about summoning again

He's almost forgotten what it feels like to be actually summoned. It catches him off-guard somewhat; when he bursts through, the puff of swirling smoke he becomes upon entry is more startled than actually menacing.

Though he's never actually specialised in menacing. There was that.

"So. What do you require of me, mortal? Speak." He materialises a vaguely animalistic form, wings and teeth and claws sprouting out of a semi-solid mass. It may be unsettling. He intends it to be the case.