[Hell of a question. Nero makes a crooked little smirk around his mouthful of noodles and darts his eyes aside, as though he'll find a good answer elsewhere in the room.]

I dunno. [He says, finally.] Demons don't really give a shit what I look like, so it doesn't bother me in action but...

[Another crookedly awkward purse of his lips, inverse of the first.] Not like I can change it if it's meant to be my true self.

[Which is all to say, yes. He's not super confident in that skin yet.]