The color that finds his cheeks is momentary, and hopefully missed as Emmrich offers his answer. Not just the touch, Rook realizing the moment caught him -- the easy laugh, the way the lights in the sky dance across the man's features.

Maybe something that feels like a vote of optimism for the many-faced subject of the story.

"Demon means...something very different back home. Devil. Imp. Fae." None of which he has ever really heard uttered on this plane. "All terms I have seen used to describe him before in different versions. Sometimes it's kept ambiguous. The only thing that ever remains the same is that he spins straw into gold, and in nearly as many, that the last thing he demanded for his aid was the woman's firstborn child."