"So I was right, you aren't from around here." And then the implication of what she said registers. "What kind of stuff?"

His imagination runs wild, but even so, what he's picturing is far tamer than the reality, and mostly involves stealing and possibly some black magic, complete with chicken sacrifices. Then he decides to play his own history up, so she doesn't think he's a young naive kid compared to her.

"I mean, I've done stuff, too. I'm literal devil spawn, and I've...shoplifted."

He tries to lean against a nearby tree in a way that he thinks will make him look cool, while his tail swishes casually from side to side.