"Words are overrated." Zaviar did not appreciate people implicating that he spoke not enough. While it was true that he was silent he believed that he spoke exactly the right amount and it was everyone else in the world who talked far too much. Apparently even demons themselves could have tongues that did not know how to quit. 'So demons can look like humans. Minus the horns. That's fun to know.' Now Knight was going to want to sniff double at anyone who had a whiff of demonic on them just to figure out if they were all the way one or not. That could get annoying.
He hardly saw why his age was an important part of anything, but nor was it any sort of real secret. "I'm twenty-five." And Marius had horns. They were interesting to behold and he had to wonder if there were any other oddities about his person. Other things that would mark him out as a demon instead of a human. "What is so interesting to bring you here?" His question was still unanswered and Zaviar never appreciated that. Marius being a demon hardly mattered to him. He was demonic-blooded, a were and a black witch on top of it all. Zaviar was unaware of how to actually be afraid of anyone.