Five keeps on staring at him, assessing for himself what that means. It's not like he was expecting a more elaborate answer, but it still seems strange that he's impacted by a simple poison. Not that he's done any research on demons to know how to kill them. There's too many variables to be certain about anything, and as big of a headache as this is, he wants to know what they tried to use against him.

He frowns, but doesn't press further about the possibility that he ingested a curse. Or whatever the magical term is.

They aren't exactly running downtown to pick up a cure, so hopefully he won't keel over in the middle of it. Without giving an answer, or so much as caring who sees them, he places a hand on his arm and pulls at his powers. In the next instant they're gone in a ripple of blue light.