[ Matt's lips twitch in sympathy--maybe a little more than sympathy. He feels annoyance shimmer like a heat mirage, there and gone.

Normally, he doesn't read too much into other people's turns of phrase. At least he tries not to. But a few curious word choices pop up in rapid succession. "Squishy biologicals" being one. And destruction's what I was built for. Matt considers Demeisen again, more carefully this time: the contours of his face. His hands as they grip his glass. ]

I see, [ he says. He raises his own glass, trying a sip of the drink. He appreciates Demeisen's directness, at least, even if he can't understand feeling so unburdened by the decision. He frowns as he regards him. ] Hey, uh ... please pardon me if this is an offensive question. But you wouldn't happen to be a demon, would you?