Devin shakes his head; he does hide what he is. Being open about his rather murderous lifestyle means people rarely want anything further to do with him, and means they won't discover his unique traits - the ones that would get him killed, and that have put a demonic bounty on his shoulders.

"You don't have to be nice to me, Fai," Devin tells him, his tone about as blandly neutral as it can get. The other man is rattled, that's easy enough to see. The tremors in his hands, the pounding heartbeat he can detect when he listens a little harder (the thing that marks him as living, and - ironically - therefore what Devin fights to protect). "Pretended or otherwise. Nor do you have anything to fear from me. There really is no purpose or use for me here; any vampire that showed up would come back to life if I killed it, rendering the point of the whole thing rather moot."

He sighs again, and gestures to the plate. "I can take that to my room, if you'd prefer I leave you be. I can tend to the dishes afterwards. Thank you for taking the time to make it; I fear I've repaid it rather poorly."