"I didn't know devils had delicate stomachs." Wry, sharp, but not a real barb. If he's still feeling wounded he isn't showing it through blatant hostility.

"If I told you I'm more of a 'blues and greys' sort of person..." There's not a lot of optimism in his voice. It's not like he hates red, at least. "But I'm not picky about food."

It's pretty damn hard to be in a world-spanning divine war, granted, but it was true even in the life he used to have, the one that increasingly feels like it belonged to someone else.

"And I can make my own. ...Does anyone else live there, besides you?"