They exhale and take the fruit, pocketing them and chewing one while they jab a finger at the lightning dog (wipe that smile off your snout - they roll their eyes at it) and then at their ear, and then repeat the throat-cutting motion.

*Well, it worked?
*And nobody died!

Ever the glass half-full.

*And you've made new friends! Sort of.

They can feel their HP maxed out in just two more fruits, but any overflow is remaining in their pockets. You gave them, they're gone. They lean away at the growl and the arcing lightning, keeping a weather eye; nothing untoward eventuates. They snatch the knife, avoiding the other demon's (???) face, hastily pulling the shoe and other knife towards them with their feet. They slide their wet sock into one and bring the second up to meet it's twin, fastidiously starting to re-clean the blades on their sweater for something to do with their hands.

After a few moments of this they look up and, leaving the knives in their lap, pick up the torch to smear it into the floor and snuff out the few remaining embers with one hand, while jerking their thumb and head towards the canine with the other.

What's the deal with you two? You clearly know each other, but how do you bleed red and where did you get those weird plants?

It's a very expressive thumb.