"Yes, actually." Even though he didn't have that luxury. Anton wanted to stay out of the spotlight; that didn't mean he would. This was the Devil. This was the being people for which people had mistaken him. His gut reaction was 'no'.

But this was the Devil. Somehow, he'd find out about the Remnants. They were the nearest thing to demons in this universe.

"I have better things to do with my time," Anton pointed out. "Like figure out how to ward my Hotel against angels, apparently." There was an edge to his voice, now. He couldn't help it. He didn't want the vindication of angels, but that didn't change that one of them was wrapped around Vile's little finger.