Whether it was a lie or not, Ariel was glad. He tried to tell himself that none of this made sense, when of course, it was all beautiful, terrible, logic.
He managed to get out of the chair, both arms pushing his weight upward. His voice was high and unnatural, somehow. "I'm grateful for knowledge, at least, but I really think I ought not trouble you further. I should go." Go somewhere, far away, anywhere. At that moment he didn't even care how fat and sated the demon was likely becoming.