"Angel." One lanky arm is outstretched to shake, another flash of those teeth. "Nah, whole lotta demons out there who are waaaaay older. Buncha relics."

Angel laughs, draping another arm over Iggy's shoulders as he sits up. "Nah, didn't stick around long enough to haunt anyone. Went straaaaight to Hell, ended up like this." There's a world-weary sigh, yet another hand petting at Iggy's hair. "Spoiler alert, if you're a bad enough sinner you end up a demon."