The implication that he is being treated on the same level as a magic user brings a dry little smile to his face. He eats quickly and neatly, always listening, always in motion.

"Hardly fair to the demons," he comments between bites. "I suppose I saved you a bit of trouble, then, killing the one you sent after me."

The bruise on his face is still quite visible, but he hardly seems to think about it, even now.