[he only offers a slow shake of his head in response. 'why would anyone want to make a deal with the devil?' is held on the tip of his tongue, bitten between his molars. no need to draw more blood when he's spilled enough already.]

He can pretend to be a lot of things. A glass hammer is still a hammer, even if it breaks on impact ... [he glances down to her neck] it'll slice you up.

[he holds out his hand to her, however dirty he is, he hopes she'll take it.]

I'm August, [he lightens his tone, attempting to rekindle some friendliness between them.] sorry if I upset you.