There wasn't enough room in the decidedly short story to be properly surprised by the details, leaving Tony staring expectantly at his companion in evanescent mourning until it was very clear that a demon clown apparently required no elaboration. Tony had tangled with a few cackling weirdos that he might describe as 'demon clown', so he let out a slow breath, "Huh," and answered that call for another drink by finally unstopping the bottle himself to pour generously into one of the emptied glasses on the bar. "Does he know that?" he ventured, not sure anymore what the rules of the Agrii's selection were. Eddie could have been from a different time, a different dimension, or some superdimensional afterlife, as far as Tony knew.