His lower two hands clasp and release, and he resorts to folding them behind his back.

"I am not a demon," he says again, voice stilted to keep it from wavering. "I am a grue, and my name is Some ovMennet. We don't farm humans, and we never h-have. All I do is care for the children in my tribe. But this is the second cage humans have put me into, so maybe you need work harder on that world."

That's a little too dishonest for him to be comfortable, but he's hardly going to admit the truth. Not here, not yet.