Caliban sort of just shrugged at that- it was no weirder than hell or the celestial sweet hereafter in his experience. It was simply a "different" weird than one would find in either of those places. Though Caliban was mostly indulging in every sinful thing this city offered him, so perhaps he was the wrong person to ask about such a situation. The demon did give a dangerous little smirk at those next words, however. His blond hair dropping to one side as his head tilted forward a touch.

"Someone one. Not something. There's a handsome dark haired little angel blood running around those parts with a rather sentimental attachment to certain warlock. " At least both of those descriptions were at the very least filled with affection in Caliban's voice. In a strange turn of events, he was quite attached to Magnus Bane of all people.

The higher demon was just going to nod and start walking backwards in the direction of the submissive housing with a broad lopsided smirk. "Caliban, by the way. You have an name- because I'm pretty sure calling you "bright eyes" like I have in my head won't be all that helpful." Caliban could be smooth sometimes.