[Nero doesn't flush, but it's clear from how fast his arms unwrap so he can rub the back of his neck -- an unconscious habit -- that it's not passing him by without effect.] I mean, yeah. But look at 'em.

[He's totally made his point. When everything you fight stinks, or is covered in rot, or bleeds everywhere, or spits acid, or explodes in a mass of accumulated human blood, it's -- you gotta enjoy the little things, right?

Like a lil bloodthirsty armadillo.]

Gross stuff. [Is how he'd put it when Nico first got into all of it. It's a succinct answer, all right?] I know all the worlds are different... you guys got demons? Might not be the same as mine. The kind of shit your auntie warns you will eat you in two bites if you don't go to bed on time. Kind of -- you know what, this place is nuts, right? [Well. Probably. Geralt's helped him on the "making bullshit appear in the Horizon" side of things.] I could show you. Want a demonstration? Promised Dean I wouldn't burn down anything, though -- so maybe outside. Guy's kinda big.

[Hah. Demonstration. And he's just got the one in mind. (So he can look impressive.)]