[Quietly, his fingers curl tighter around the porcelain handle. Existing. Not living. They're synonyms, but they mean two completely different things. He glances away, not wanting to let the demon win this particular round of conversatin, but not knowing how to defend himself, either.]

...You said you might tell me about the alternatives a demon has to existing. That's the only reason I invited you. Nothing more.

Are you going to tell me?