While Simon would absolutely contest the idea that he's still a child, in reality she wasn't terribly off the mark. He spent most of his major developmental years in a psychiatric institution, and those before then being indoctrinated by chaos goddess demon summoning parents. None of these things made for a particularly well adjusted adult. He was, however, very practiced at keeping his emotions and motivations largely secret. Thus, back into the shadows that temporary glimpse of genuine emotion gone once more.

He nodded, glad she wasn't going to push the issue. Better just to not touch that, he felt. "The rules are different here. Back home, I don't think it would have been possible." Did angels even exist? Simon wasn't sure, he certainly hadn't seen any evidence of them. Demons aplenty, no angels. "My door was opened when I was young enough to learn to adjust." Suggesting, then, that Strand hasn't had that time or practice to realize his potential. Nor how to control it.