"You carry more than I do." Which was true of most shorter lived beings but there was humor to be found in saying it, a jest that only the angel understood at the moment.

He noticed the change in tone and watched the other being trying to pinpoint what it was. His own creation didn't have demons but the description of demonic might fit this one. Not that he had room to judge that as a Fallen Angel, which were supposed to be demonic in their own right.

"I've been the craftsman of a king for... longer than people can imagine." Even Beelzebub had to pause and consider when he started making things for the other angels. It was long before the Fall for sure. "No matter the material, a gaping opening toward your opponent won't help lessen these scars."

His solid black eyes had settled on the scars he could see on the front of the body. An open coat surely wasn't going to make that happen less.