[ The question is so unexpected in a way that Sebastian can’t help but laugh. It’s cruel (though perhaps all his laughs sound cruel to her ears), but there’s a warm, easy quality that makes it clear that it’s genuine. There’s delight that’s conveyed with startling clarity compared to how little else he’s felt. ]

What a dear question. It simply does not matter to me.

[ He says it like it’s obvious. In a way, he’s surprised that it isn’t her assumption already, but it’s because her turns of phrase to call him a “demon” happened to be accurate. ]

I do not particularly care if it is gone or not. If it is truly my world, then you should rejoice for it. The realms are freed of countless devilkin, though few would come to my rank, true… [ It’s arrogantly stated, but it’s also the casual arrogance of someone with the confidence of being able to prove their claim easily. ] It is not a matter of belief for me. It is a matter of who best will satisfy my hungers.