[for what it's worth, kurt hasn't got a clue about his real heritage, being adopted by kind circus folk and all. he'd understand if rin mistook him for an alien or a demon, although he is neither. (that he knows of)

after shaking his head with disagreement,] No, I'm a mutant. [a beat.] Which is what we're called back in my homeworld.

[he straightens once more, still exuding spirit of inquiry, even as his fangs bare in the most cordial manner.]

There are others like you, then? What does someone who's full demon look like? [because back in new york, he's the epitome of the word.]