Jay shrugs. It takes a lot more than words to scare him and he's not very impressed by "personification of evil". He's been called worse, by people far more credible in these matters than three near-strangers who insist he's in another world.

He smirks.

"I'm sure it's just propaganda, darlings," he drawls. "No one is as terrifying as the rumours say." He feels like he's an expert on this, having been the target of many a rumour. He's pretty sure there are still people back home who think he's a literal revenant and vampire. "But, ah," he holds up a hand, because there's something far more interesting that's come up, "visits you in your dreams? How? That's an awfully advanced art and really, we haven't heard of any practitioners achieving it in ... ah, must be five hundred years, since the last verified account."