Mostly.

[ Annoyed cat expression. ]

I said you look like one, not that you are one.

[ Completely and entirely unfazed ]

Yes.

[ Why did he take that as an insult ]

[ Just giving him another thumbs up 👍 ]

I understand 👍

[ Grabbing it midair without even actually registering that it's not an attack first. ]

...

[ He just stares at it. No acknowledgment otherwise. ]

[ Nodding again but only when the word "fight" is uttered. ]

Yeah.

[ Okay he is not much for conversation. ]

[ Nodding. Unclear which part of that he's nodding at?? ]

... I've seen demons more human-looking than me.

No... that's because I'm a demon.

[ He wipes some blood from his face, leaving behind a smear of thick red. ]

[ Heard mention of fighting something and perked up like a cat ]

[ That's fine he's used to dealing with the fucking craziest. ]

... Ghh. Next time I'll bring demons.

. . . Shut up.

[ Panting. Oh! He speaks. ]

... 'm just used to wiping out wimps.

[ He lets out a grunt of... probably acknowledgment?
... and then he falls to his knees. ]

— a bit, though, as his target speaks. Shoulders heaving, his breaths rasping a little. His gaze remains fixated unwaveringly on the other. ]

[ The Demi-fiend, on the other hand, has nothing but sheer tenacity in his glowing yellow eyes. Even as the blood drips from his wounds and pools on the ground around him; even as the tattoos lining his body have begun to flash an urgent, desperate red. ]

[ The fire within him seems to calm —