"Gee, thanks." Because brought straight to the actual devil's palace sounded like more of a problem than a solution. On the other hand, he wasn't on the street, it was less hot, and mr 'wings made of fire' lived here, so he wasn't actually being entirely sarcastic about the thanks, at least.

Probably.

Yet.

"I don't know that I can explain what I was doing in a way that will make sense to you." He'll give it a shot? "I had a group who'd infiltrated an organization I worked with hunting me down. They thought I was cornered. I didn't share their assessment, and jumped through a," glass, "wall. Then fell. Do you bring home a lot of mortals?"