"Of course they won't. Humans are, mostly, stupid as shit. Present company nonwithstanding."

The question is meant with a loud laugh, a shake of the head - he doesn't seem offended, but he's quick to correct, animated in the gestures of his hands.

"Nah, not a demon. Older than that. Much older. I'm a piece of something very, very, VERY old. Part of the plan was replacing the hack when he got taken under, so...I got plucked out and shaped into all the most fun parts of him. All the bad rumors, y'know?"

He takes the bottle back, takes a healthy belt from it.

"You have a chance no one usually gets, buddy - you can ask me anything you want. So shoot."