"I'm not your friend." He corrected quickly when she'd called him that. But no, he supposed he didn't understand why it was that humans shouldn't expect the worst of each other. They probably should. It was only realistic. And he knew all about genetic mutation. Biology, chemistry, physics, magic. All of it was standard knowledge for hellion nobility. Satanachia didn't think she completely understood his demand. He looked at her hand and shook it free, obviously not okay with her touching him. Only the other way around.<br/><br/>When she started showing him building and speaking of their functions, he knew for sure. "Yes. I know what movies are. I'm not stupid. I've seen plenty. I have a collection of them. Which I bought. With money. That's not an invention solely in use by the human race." The demon prince huffed, slightly amused but a bit upset that she'd decided to treat him like a child. "I know it's hard for you to comprehend, but not everything humans have was thought of by them first." Inwardly, the both of them winced at the mention of Mexican. Gabriel didn't like to eat anything other than sugar, and spicy things least of all. He was sure Syra was trying to trick Satanachia into eating it. The demon didn't much like the taste of cooked meat; he thought there was something wrong with it. "Ice cream. And coffee. Yes, I know what those are too. Surprised? I asked for you to show me humanity. Not humans, not their toys. I can always find someone else to do it."