Alex could have seen that coming, the wine thing. It was a little bit of a shocker that he was, first of all, cooking, and second of all, telling her that he believed her. He was certain she hadn't expected either.
"Nox." He wondered if that would be adequate enough of an answer, but he decided that it would not. "Apparently he's a demon." He gave a small shrug of his shoulders and then reached for some garlic bread. "Bread?" He asked, smirking inwardly, knowing that it had to be freaking her out at least a little bit that he was being so nonchalant.