[He'll run face-first into the cloying sweet scent of demonic aphrodisiac. Heady and overwhelming. The thing is just kind of. In the living room, bulging and writing and entirely out of place.

It's not just one center of mass either. I'm gonna make up bullshit about tentacle monsters now. They're a low-level demon, not strictly dangerous in that they aren't real into violence, but really annoying and hard to defeat because they sprawl and spread and even one small part left unobliterated will let them regenerate and attach to a human to feed and grow.

At the moment there's a tentacle dropping down from the ceiling to slide over Rowan's back and two more crawling along the floor for his feet.]