"Oh, haha, it's not, really! But I've always been kind of a weird case, looking the way I do when you look at the depictions of demons in all mortal storybooks. Y'know, the horns and the fire."

The humor was brief, but that died down into uncertainty. His hands moved up and down along her upper arms. He focused on her face, something to keep himself steady while laying a few things on the proverbial table. It was okay. It was okay if she knew.

A little more was okay.

"I'm what other worlds would call an archdemon. ...A pretty big deal. I've been keeping a low profile to prevent the... well, 'aahh, don't corrupt the innocents, don't eat people'...!"