"I have moments," Connor replied, then hesitated. He'd almost forgotten about Rosengurtle Baumgartener and the kick that had him spending part of the afternoon with a bag of ice on somewhere that never should have been kicked in the first place. He winced at the memory. No sense of humor whatsoever. "Mostly. I can tell. The way you're trying to sneak into rooms, she must have sworn something pretty creative." Which left him with the idle curiosity as to what he'd done to deserve her wrath. He took Xander's hand, giving it a brief shake. "Nice to meet you."
His foot hooked around the leg of a nearby chair and he pulled it out to sit down, setting the mug down on the table. "This would be the first I've had the misfortune of ending up in." Before that, their existence had been in movies and comic books. "Still getting used to the idea that there might be a literal demon behind the evil that men do." A complication in the mission he and his brother had been given, since the host was most likely an innocent. He was hoping the upcoming camp would give them an idea of what they could do to help, since their usual methods wouldn't work.
He shrugged dismissively at the question. "Take what you want. I assumed it was community possession once it was brewed."