[ Sebastian just waits patiently for a response, but the fact that it isn't immediate is more than enough, in a way. If it were negative, the response would be sharp and sudden, since naturally, a demon has quite a reputation with its name. It's not unfair, either. He's simply one that's particularly good at playing nice, and here in Horos, has a strong reason to. But as Matt slips to reassurances, Sebastian's cool smile warms quickly with amusement. ]

You know, people here have been taking meeting a demon in the flesh surprisingly well. As with matters of the soul, I am so used to people losing their composure! [ He says, knowing full well that it's generally not something presented in a way that wasn't terrifying... ] Not even a "get away from me, Satan" by implication yet.

[ And he laughs, warm and pleasant, and just a touch wider than normal which shows small, but nonthreatening fangs in his mouth. It might dawn on Matt that Sebastian's smiles have tended towards being just clipped enough to hide them... Or maybe he just had a bit of control over details of his appearance. Who can say, really? ]

Well, I am not complaining for it, mind you. It is very much my preference to receive such kindness, but it is unexpected. And I did wish to be upfront, since, well... By how you describe this ability of yours, it very well could be a touch more lurid than what you may be used to. So, knowing that—

[ It's his turn to offer his hand, and it's a gesture that feels more formal coming from him. It's just habit on his part, being well-used to playing the role of the Victorian butler, but it's definitely presented with the sort of grace of a gentleman in a period drama, at least from Matt's point of view. ]

If you are still so inclined.