He wagged a pinky at her. "More power in my little pinky than most people have in their whole self. My ego is so justified, but I leave the demons to their... Demon-ing. Much better for my sanity."

And where there are demons, there are creatures that can smell the angel on him, and he liked to avoid that.

He eyed the hearts warily and then shrugged, drumming his fingers on the bar. "I could think of worse places to be stuck," he said, tone considering. "Worst people to be stuck with, too." He winked.