"O- oh." Carlisle continues to jitter his chair, but at least the part where eating people isn't 'her thing' is a relief, if true. Would she lie to him? She is a demon, and demons are known for their trickery, their inclination toward deception.

... Of course, that'd demons from his world. How are they in hers? Those he knows of certainly aren't created from this 'ki' material when a fearful individual travels alone through a mountain pass; if they were, Carlisle would have been devoured long, long ago in his mountain home. There is nothing about him that screams heart of a lion, despite his proud lineage.

"F- funny how different things c- can be from world to w- world, isn't it?" he asks, what levity there is to be found in his tone purely there is a failed attempt to soothe his own nerves. "Life e- energy as we utilize it is called ek-ek-eksth'alva, and is not at all how a demon would come to be. I- I mean, perhaps? Some demons, but- but not most. Interesting."

His fingers curl into the arms of the chair as he physically tries to hold himself still. Though he manages it, his mouth keeps running, as though more words would explain away his fears. "Sorry, I- last time I was faced with a demon was- it was here, and it was not a- not a good time, mind you. Terrible, really. Possessions and- you can't do those, can you? Possessions?"