Sounds more like a prison sentence than a marriage. [ Not that he has a whole lot of room to talk, given how horribly his own marriage ended. It hadn't always been that way, though. There was a time when he was happy, in love, trying to do whatever he could to make a better life for his family. ]

Don't abuse it. [ He warns, his tone uncharacteristically light, teasing like the expression that flits across his face. A smile tugging at the corner of his lips again, not breaking out but there just long enough for someone to blink and miss it. ]

Now you're jus' pullin' my leg. [ Demons coming out of holes in the sky? He can barely fathom such an image. He tries to, though, at least for a moment, his expression shifting to one of consideration. ] I thought demons'd crawl out of the ground, not fall from the sky.