He might be no common demon to be bound, but the words do have power, and, in turn, have their effect. His head swoons, like he's under the influence of strong liquor. He shakse it off.

"You think this is the first time I've been meddled with, priest?" he says, spitting the word like the foulest curse. "You think I haven't disposed of the likes of you before? I am no petty spectre. You're going to have to try harder than that."