[ Her curiosity about his arm is not anything he didn't expect and, while at first he would have made better efforts to conceal the thing, he's gotten a little better about it and just... not caring much. Usually.

Fingers come to stretch themselves out as he falls quiet and looks to his glowing blue arm wrapped in red "skin", if you will. ]

It's demonic.

[ Maybe that's a little obvious? Maybe not. Either way, he says it with a lift of his blue-eyed gaze up to her. ]

I'm a demon.

[ Well, part demon, but it's still enough to get his gaze to flick away. ]

Before you say it, yeah, I'm one and I hunt demons. Probably breaks some special code or something but it's not like I care.

[ Because despite his having demon- Sparda's blood within his veins, he's still more human than any of the demons he puts down, than any of the ones who have caused chaos and destruction back within his world. ]

Comes in handy when you're in a pinch.

[ And, maybe wanting to show off a little, Nero reaches out toward another table a little ways down from them, a giant spectral blue sort of arm appearing around his own that then lunges for a glass of chocolate milk off the table way in the back, grabs it, and brings it over to theirs, setting it down before the arm disappears. ]

Got milk?