Though he'd admitted his demonic ancestry to one other, the man hadn't asked so far as what type he fell under. Lingormr seemed to know the right questions to ask. Knowledge was power indeed. He forced himself to relax, even slightly, as he unfolded his hands in order to polish the plasticware with his napkin.

"A fox demon. The nine-tails specifically," he said evenly. "I am not certain it translates through so many worlds and cultures, but I believe the creature you're looking for is called Kyuubi."