He winced at the apology. In some ways those were worse for demons but humans used them all the time and he had, on occasion, said the words himself. Even meant them a few times. She was given a light.

"Shut up."

Which meant in demon, apology accepted though you didn't have to give one in the first place.

"You aren't scared?" He turned, looked at her, and made a curious face. "You've been sitting here talking to a demon for about twenty minutes now and you haven't thought to run away? Or ask for anything? It's usually one or the other when you lot find out who I am..."

He waved a hand indicating her style.

"Is that part of the whole Goth thing you have going on? Seek out the occult and share sodas with it?"