( Aw, he's just so cute when his little demonic feathers are ruffled and he can't help but reach out and sling an arm around the kid's shoulders. In doing so, of course, he ruffles the back of his hair some, chuckle soft on his lips before he helps himself to another swig of his beer. )

Well aren't you just a cute little bug.

( Hand patting Nero's chest then, he pulls away and sighs, turning on his heel to face the kid. )

It's manipulating my demonic power. ( A beat. ) That's how I don't ever run out. Your old man summons ghostly little blades, I summon bullets.