Asmodia outright gawps. "But that's not true at all!" she blurts, face heating up in that way that makes her glad it's hard for strangers to tell when she's blushing. "There's lots of tieflings in Cheliax, and slips, and -- and gnomes, even!"

As for not knowing what a fiend is...Asmodia's told some whoppers in her day, but that's such a blindingly obvious lie even next to the other part that she doesn't know what to make of it.