[ Contrition is not something he expects. Ordinarily, this conversation ends with him being written off - along with all the atrocities the Circle stands for. He's always making a big deal out of nothing, surely just exaggerating; so some mild acquiescence from a stranger from another world is the last thing that should come from this seemingly ill-fated meeting. (Or at least it seemed so, a moment ago.)

Anders doesn't really relax, but some of the edginess eases out of his demeanor. He doesn't understand - not anymore than he appears to be being understood. But the lack of an argument or even more derisive laughter assuages some of his offense. ]

Well you're right about that.

[ Though the same could just as easily be said of him. But Anders isn't feeling particularly self-reflective, at present. ]

Why call yourself a demon at all, then, if you bear no resemblance to one? It seems counterproductive, at the very least. Especially if you prefer not to be slain by an errant Templar. Or anyone else with a taste for self-preservation.