He earned a wry smile for his quotation. "Clearly they've never met any real tools of the Devil. If they're going to be idle they tend to be out of human sight."

It was odd to hear him communicate in ways that were so... earthly. When memory of another was locked into a specific plane it made things as simple as sound stand as a testament to how much had changed. Those thoughts were avoided, naturally. They would not help him now.

As for the leaf, the question was direct. And so he could only tell the truth. "Well, that all depends; how do you define special?" He also didn't have to confess all the secrets of his existence on such a light inquiry. If Raguel really wanted to know, he'd have to think a bit on it for himself and ask the right questions.