Skin as red as earth, horns... and was that a tail?

Was he being conversed by some of demon?

"Don't beat yerself up about it," he replied bemusedly, voice the same calm drawl as before. "I had eyes in my back even before I got here."

Perhaps it wasn't the brightest of ideas - civility - but that's who Wyatt was. Creature or not, she hadn't done anything untoward to him yet, there was no reason for him to attack; other than the obvious, a'course, but they'd already gotten one murder out of him, he'd be damned if they'd get another that easily.

Still, just in case, he kept his hand on his knife: palm open, fingers hanging deceptively loose.