Devero had totally missed that there was anyone else in the vicinity and startles visibly when he hears the stranger's voice call out. He whirls on one heel, drawing his tac batons and flicking them out to full extension. Automatically, with arms spread and weapons held ready, he puts himself between the sleeping god and--

Someone who's definitely not a demon still lingering in this reality.

"Rust and ruin, you scared the hell out of me," he says, relaxing and giving a shaky laugh. As the stranger's words parse, he glances back at Thanatos, still curled up and floating. He looks back. "--You've been pushing him?"