There's a low hum in response, darkly amused and quietly pleased. Damn right, mortals do suck and you are better than them. He's prouder than half our devils at least. It's almost endearing.

Meanwhile, Zerxus is indeed stuck on solid reality instead of surreal, cryptic imagery. He could try meditating, but frankly he doesn't want to do that in the middle of a devil's domain.

Even if he's distracted by worrying about the same devil. The low huff of aggravation is aimed mostly at himself; he's only got an hour until the light runs out. (Yes, he could just ask Bruce to put an actual light on. That isn't the point.)

Maybe he can use this. He was worried about Bruce in the dream, too, urgently and viscerally, because...what? Not much threatens the Prince of Hell beyond -

"...Have you ever met the other gods?"