He looked over at her, eyes sharp. "I<span style="font-style: italic">am</span>an actual demon, but I am only half actual demon, if that's what you mean. My father was a human. Scum of the human race, if you ask me. I hated him, almost more than I hate my mother... but not quite. I killed him some time ago, out of necessity. Please don't interpret my humanity as weakness, although given your pride, I'm certain you wouldn't. I have the wile to take on a full blooded demon if it's done on my terms. I have to cheat to kill a full demon, basically... which is hard to do under the scrutiny of my mother. If it were a magical fight, it would be a no brainer, but physically I am no match. Quite frankly I don't have the brawn. But let's not worry about that, shall we? It's my dinner time and I'm sure Cook has made something just wonderful." He stood, patting his belly, and went to the door. He paused. "There is something you should know about me. I am a pathological liar, backstabber, and a complete coward. I like my life quiet and comfortable, and I hate disturbances like the one my mother is forcing upon me. But, to maintain my comfortable life, and subsequently yours, I must do what I can to please her. Are you coming to dinner?" He smiled strangely warmly at her.