[ She just purses her lips a little and looks down. She doesn't want to argue, but she disagrees. She thinks he's probably more of a hero than he'd like to admit. But... Dead horses, beating them futile, etcetera. ]

Oh - huh. That's kinda weird. Demons come in all different forms, and species and stuff, where I'm from. From all different types of hell dimensions and universes and all that stuff. Hence the transdimentional ball of world-ripping apocalypsifying energy.