His reaction was perhaps not what she expected. He started laughing..... if that was what one could call it. It sounded like his ability to laugh was broken, the noise a jumble of huffs and amused grunts - barely passable as a chuckle. "You're the damned one and you make me look like a fucking monster" He coughed and the sound dissipated. "Che. Your pantheon makes mine sound actually holy. At least it's<i>somewhat</i>reasonable to ostracize demons and people born of mixed blood." He inhaled on the butt of the cigarette that still hung from his lips even though he'd never lit it. "But I guess that still makes them all assholes. It almost makes me hate my job a little less."