"There were certainly some challenges," Devin agrees. Finding ways to not feed on his allies if possible had been one of the most complicated and most difficult things, and most gruesome when it was impossible to avoid. Getting shot and blown up had merely been painful. He drags his thoughts back to the present.

No soul gems? Interesting. The comment has him tugging gently at the bloodstone pendant around his neck; he still hasn't gotten used to it. He's also still a touch confused as to how he can have one in the first place, seeing as he has no soul, but the magic here was very different.

He considers how to answer Fai, whether to lie or tell the truth. Creative word choice prevails, since talking about his lifetime of murder isn't great conversation over a meal. "Pest control, in a manner of speaking. It's not at all glamorous."