Arrogant as Izual was, she was not an especially old demon. Someone like Bastian, who had been around for so long, was inherently intimidating, no matter how must bluster she put on. Although she turned her nose up a little at the terse command, Izual did as she was told, sitting and crossing her legs at the knee. She didn't bother tugging her skirt back down, even if it seemed like her more physical assets would be of no use to her today.
"Before you begin," she started, perhaps unwisely, "In case you're unaware, the investigation has shifted it's focus to one of the locals. It's causing a great deal of unrest, and driving more people to the casino for drinks, since they don't want to pay a suspected murderer for alcohol."
Assuming that Bastian wasn't more informed than she was? Was foolish. But Izual wanted to start with something positive, maybe even set a tone that put her in a more acceptable light.