He could feel Justice chafing beneath his skin - tell her We are no demon, tell her if she tries to- - but forced the urge down, trying to focus on what Sypha was actually saying, rather than his own anxieties.
'My world' was an interesting choice of phrase. There were scholars - few and far between, granted, and getting hold of their writings was no easy feat given the Chantry's vice-grip on anything related to the Fade - who claimed to have conversed with Spirits about worlds beyond Thedas, but, as with his questions about the Maker, Justice either didn't know or wasn't telling, and you had to take such things with not so much a grain as a mountain of salt. After all, demons lied. But it wasn't as if he had any better explanations for all of this.
"I can't say I've heard of any Dracula, but... These demons you were hunting. They didn't happen to fall out of a bloody great glowing green hole in the sky, did they?"