Dex nodded. he swallowed visibly and nodded again. He glanced at his left hand, bound behind the glove he wore. "Dresden bore the Mark of Lashiel on his left hand, and I'm sort of afraid to look at mine, now that it's been burned." Dresden's hand had been badly burned, but for the mark of the demon where the skin remained pink and healthy. "If I don't acknowledge it, then it can't be true, right?" He gave a slight, nervous sort of smile.