However much of a shock to you this must seem, the demon himself is entirely dispassionate about the affair. He stands out of reach, horned head canted and pale gaze observant. The room is colder with him in it, and it's obvious he'd rather not be here at all. "... I suppose they were short handed," It might be a joke. Hard to say. "Such that it is, I am your guardian spirit now." Knives' face takes on a scowl as if the taste of those words sours his mood further.