Krasus was taken aback by the question, not because of the context of the question but because some actually bothered to ask him something, twice. Most of the time, anybody Krasus would encounter would chase him off with whatever weapon they might have in hand. Krasus hadn't had as simple of a conversation as this since he could remember. He remembered the days of his youth when he was constantly stealing from Garif farmers in the dead of night just to feed himself. Night after night, he would have to sneak into their houses and their barns and their warehouses to find anything to fill his stomach. Even rooting grub thrown away by the town's folk was enough just to get the demon through. His thoughts then went to one night he distinctly remembered, a night he would never forget. During the days of his childhood, he still didn't knew about his shadow powers, his ability to blend in almost completely with night. He had to sneak in their homes during the dead of night to make sure they were sound asleep and wouldn't catch him taking their stuff. As the demon took whatever he could from their shelves, he was encountered by the farmer and his son. 

"Stay back Krasus! Stay back! Awaken your mother and tell her to run outside! Do it now!" the farmer yelled to his son as they both saw the youngen demon. "Go now Krasus! Go!" 

Krasus confused this name for his own and has kept it ever since. The name soon became infamous in the Garif farming villages. Krasus the pest they called him and they yelled this name as they would chase the demon with their lit torches and their pitch forks. 

As Krasus's trip down memory lane ended, he noticed that the other demon was still waiting for an answer. He answered the other demon's question although he's thoughts were still very distant. 

"Years? No no big demon. Krasus has only been here for a month or so. Krasus wanders from place to place. If Krasus stays in one place, people find Krasus and hunt Krasus down. Nasty people are, nasty. Always trying to hunt down Krasus even though Krasus never done anything to them." 

Krasus's focus was still far off and distant. He was still distracted by his past. 

"If big demon would want to steal from Krasus now, Krasus is sorry to tell big demon that Krasus has nothing of value. Only a few gold coins only enough to buy one lousy piece of bread."