"No," he lied, and he'd admit rather horribly. Too quickly that word had rolled off his tongue, more like it had been ripped straight out of his mouth. Why was he suddenly this....giant mess of a person? What the fuck was this? It was nonsense and it was someone else's fault. Bekah. Caroline. Even Elijah. But nope, not his. Never his. Not with this. He tossed one, along with the lighter, to the demon that, admittedly without even trying, had him so bloody flustered just then. A smirk found its way to his lips. Apparently, he wasn't the only one having slips of the tongue tonight.
"Oh. Well. Long as they're safe," he said, an amused lilt in his voice before he let out a soft chuckle. "That sounds terrible. And somehow, I don't think quick healing factor makes it any better, does it?"