Nigel felt the compassion from this man and he could tell that it was a genuine and sympathetic compassion. It was very different from his earlier encounter with the demon. Nigel looked a mess, covered in the blood of another, and he stared curiously at Zane's outstretched arm. There was only a moment or two of hesitation until he finally grasped onto it to pull himself up.
"Is it a pleasure?" he asked, eyes shifting uncomfortably in search of any unwanted visitors. They were alone, thankfully, and Nigel felt comfortable enough to continue. "I look every bit of monster I feel, why would you help me?" He was grateful for the help but curious why it was offered. He took off his light jacket and used it to clean off his hands and his face, though the crimson blots remained on his shirt.