Battler purses his lips and leans back a little. The fact that she's being a little irritable is probably justifiable, but he wishes she wasn't doing it with a machete in her hand. That's kinda dangerous, isn't it?

"Uh, I'm a darkblood," he finally says after a moment of thought, "And I'm the Endless Sorcerer, but I don't know how much that really matters here..."

He scratches his head, "Why do you want to know, anyway?"