"When you say infernal devil, do you mean... Like, demons? From the underworld?" Luther gestures to Anton's horns, the tail that's now even more visible as he sheds the armour. It's even more obvious now and he's realising he really should have connected those dots sooner. It's like an illustration out of some fairytale. Part of why he'd thought it was a costume. Luther's experienced some strange shit in his home world -- reanimated corpses, killer robots, haunted violins -- and yet this particular bridge hadn't been crossed yet.

"Sorry. We, uh. Don't have devils in my world."

(Or do they??)

"...That I know of," he amends.