[ Even a demon, he almost asks reflexively, but Matt's answer is obvious at this point. He cants his head lightly as he listens, and his smile tilts towards warmth, but it would be difficult to pick out what Sebastian is feeling from it.

In part, this is a misunderstanding, he's sure. It's an endearing thing about many humans that they can assume better of people, even when the truth is obvious before them. It's a weakness that demons of Sebastian's ilk exploited in different shades. Social as he was, his tended to be deceptions to hide the beast lurking underneath an alluring mask and careful, honeyed words.

But it wasn't being hidden very much, was it? Especially not to Matt, who didn't merely witness it, but felt it. It's the part he's stuck on, because it goes against his expectations in a fundamental way. It intrigues him, but in a distant sort of way only a creature as ancient as he could feel. Luckily, it's also more than enough to catch his interest. ]

I should hope not. Even enjoying cleaning as I do, that is an extraordinarily dull thing to be captivated by, I would say.

[ Of course, his own pensive thoughts are kept to himself. The enigmatic smile warms further to one that shows just a little bit of playful mischief in it. ]

Should you ever find yourself drifting in such a way, then we shall have to be sure to remedy it. There is always something offered, and I would call myself a bit of an expert at finding even rare pleasures, naturally.