Angel Dust

"Too fucking many, even out west as I was~" But he pauses a little when he hears his own name. His name, not the bullshit he'd taken up as a demon. And he buries his face into his chest with a light huff to hide the red climbing to his cheeks even if it makes the way to the tips of his ears as always. Give him a moment to regain his composure so he can answer. "I don't say anything if I don't mean it, fucked up or not." Though he finally looks back up at him, his tail lightly thumping the bed again. "... 'Sides, I've said it many a time in Russian, you just didn't understand it then."