Being looked up at in hope is not, actually, something that's never happened to him before, despite his nature as a demon. Stories he doesn't quite share, never did, partly for show, partly for safety. But nothing compares to that sort of look from the angel. The context, the significance. That feels truly unique, and fills the demon's sore heart in ways it never has experienced before.

It's only a few seconds where he doesn't answer, but he's looking back at the angel now, no barriers between their gazes, no missed connections. It does feel like they're at a place to put a fine point to things, a crossroads of sorts, with no way to turn back. And yet, despite the finitude of it all...there isn't doubt in his mind. For once, none of it. Barely the will to pose any questions, to search for other ways. Terrifying all the same, but right. The rightest anything has ever been.

"Yes." He finally nearly whispers, barely catches it as his own voice. But then, a smile. Soft, and careful, and fragile, and vulnerable. But a smile, and, this time, he says it with purpose. "Yes. I believe I do."