"You can call me that if you want." He had no problems with the nick name. In fact, he could kind of understand it, since he did not expect too many non-Fae to speak the language he knew so well.<br/><br/>"You have no idea how difficult it is to clean up a body, do you?" He asks this with a heavy sigh, and what is an obvious answer to her question. "So much filth.<em> Especially</em>when you use fire! Really, you should use something less messy, like poison. As long as it doesn't make them vomit copiously. That's just disgusting work." He rambled out his answer to her, without so much as seeming to understand that his thoughts on the matter could be considered wrong or off in any sense of the word.<br/><br/>Yes, picking questions and statements carefully around Cael was a good idea, unless you wanted to get your ear talked off, or even, perhaps, a haranguing. When she goes blowing that cindered apple, and sending the fine particles scattering all over the place, he huffs. "Hey! Their's already enough work to be done here, you know." He says this as if hurt. He even pouts, and it's just so damn adorable, even the demoness might feel a tugging at her heart strings.