[ He's just about ready to dismiss this as the same toss everyone spouts at him. How he could be such a good guy if he just tried, how it's just a matter of time before that chip wins out over the demon, how much better he is when he reclaims that feeble spark. How he's not good enough now. Never good enough, poor William.
But then he actually listens to what she's saying and something just clicks. She's using his words, a language he can understand and just like that everything he chalked down as complete bollocks make perfect sense. It sounds like something he'd do under the right circumstances — he did help save the world that one time — and that is all it takes for him to not dismiss it completely. Maybe even believe it.
Once she's through, he's quiet for a good long while. Digs out a cigarette, eyes still kept off her as he lights it. He needs to think about this and that means he can't comment. Not yet. Not to this. ]
...So who's th' bloke then? That you're lookin' to snag.