One of the demons wanted to complain about losing his table but kept his mouth shut because after what he had just witnessed he realized that a mere table wasn't worth his life. My food arrived just as the rest of the demons left the tavern. Some of the demons that left had already reserved a room to sleep but they were too scared of me or rather of what I could do to them in their sleep and hence had decided that they would rather sleep on the streets where the worst case scenario was meeting a random thieving demon than sleep in the same place as me who could kill them at any time. Made sense to me.