Dark eyes search Devero's for...something. But it's clear that his sweetness is a facade, even if Devero hadn't had the prior warning and distant experience of watching just how cruel and unhinged Heber could be. When he smiles, now, it is as sharp as the edge of a knife. "How charming of him. He treats you like a person, then."

A hand snaps down, quick as lightning, to grab Devero by the collar and haul him up by it. To bring them face to face, to force the gazes together.

"But do you know what you are, to me?"