[No sir, that is a bonafide demon. A human voice coming out of a silhouette of that particular shape can only be a demon, no matter how once-starched and ordinary his sleeve cuffs might look in the dim light of the wood.

Anders is not putting the rock down. Indeed, he hefts it a touch higher, holding it properly around shoulder height, as a warning that he might just chuck this thing at someone's eyes if they renege on staying away.]

What do you want with a young girl?

[To fucking possess her, he's already assumed. Clever of this demon, to appeal to his sense of basic human empathy; a young girl, perhaps lost, perhaps in need of a protector— clever indeed! He shakes his head.]

Even if I'd seen anyone, I wouldn't tell you where to hunt them down. Showing your hand a little early, aren't you? Not even worth the effort of a glamour?

[so waking up in the woods is going great]