He draws his hands back as the buildings begin to heal, watching guardedly. Mercy's bright golden glow fades to a subdued glimmer and Anders stands, now looking around. Things simply aren't that easy. Or, at least, they're not that easy for him. Something else is here, watching and waiting, and that is always the way of the Fade.

A few moments later he finds something of what he's looking for - a figure who had been behind him, missed before. He steps forward and puts himself between Mercy and them. She is no fighter. Not like-- and at the unfinished thought the blue of the wounds flares bright for a moment.

"I'll make no deals," he says quietly. "There is nothing you can give me." What he wants will never be accomplished by a demon. ...Or someone who has randomly entered this, as they might well be. It pays to be on the safer side. He's learned this by not playing things safe many, many times.