I suppose it doesn’t matter. In a strange way, your demonic nature probably suits Add’s tastes quite well.

[ He recalls that, a long time ago, he’d once stumbled into a strange place ostensibly from Add’s past, and shudders. ]

Though he operates under the cold and practical auspices of modern science, I fear that he has a certain sense of…superstition, or rather a sense for the morbid, or somesuch.

[ Not a fun thing to talk about at this early hour, come to think of it. ]