"Ah, yeah, I bet." Michael winces a little, but that tidying up was about as much as he could do. The suits aren't designed to completely conceal an immortal's true nature, from those who have the capacity to sense that sort of thing. There wasn't any real need.

Hopefully it's fine, anyway. At least he's not actively projecting anything - man, it's lucky Ezra wasn't around when he went all amnesia-squid earlier.

"I'm a demon," he answers without hesitation. It's not any sort of secret. "Do they have those, in your world?"