[That's interesting, a little disappointing and a little reassuring, all at once. If their tryst had ended with opening a portal inside her to some sort of force from the underworld, it would mean a whole different thing for him. The first, that maybe the guy who told him that there was very little need for a demon hunter in that place could be wrong. But, since it didn't, he does settle in the relief that he did not cause her any harm, conscious or unconscious, and that the only demonic power around that he knows of resides merely in himself.]

Good. Wouldn't wish that on anyone. [He gets up a little abruptly - lest his own arousal be noticeable in the dark room - walks over to the counter to fix himself another drink.]

I met this guy at a bar here. [One rock, two rocks, and you know what, he's just going to grab the bottle and take it back with him.] Said that he had tried doing some summonings - think he missed home or something. But that they didn't work. That and well [he sits again on the couch with a groan, focusing on the drink instead of her, her scent, her mere presence that seems to be getting under his skin so efficiently.

He's thankful, really, for the seriousness of the conversation. He can think something even if his blood flow is headed the other way around.] I haven't felt anything around here, either. Some folk, like you, I can sniff something out of. But... demons, that kind of thing. Nothing yet.