( there's no way to guarantee the truth from anyone, let alone a demon, but psychology can work on them just as well as any human. unless lying was something so deeply ingrained in someone that it was pathological, people only ever really did it when it either benefited them or protected someone else. would it really benefit him to lie to dextera? if it were information he wanted to keep out of public knowledge, perhaps, but it's not as though he's a type to have loose lips about whatever privileged things he might confide to him.

and even if he did, it just went back to that selfsame question: could one really count on everything makoto saying as being the truth? sometimes having a duplicitous reputation can be useful. it's an effective smokescreen.

any concerns dextera might have about being too direct or impolite will probably go out the window when makoto actually answers. he follows along with wide eyes, raising one forefinger to mimic at pointing at one. ) Oh, my eyes? I'm not really sure why they changed to look like this myself, but it must've had something to do with when a demon pulled my head off of my body to claim my soul as his own.

( said as lightly and plainly as if he were talking about the weather, expression similarly nonchalant. )