[Devin made up the impression for himself, and he's not exactly been shy about it over the network. That the fantasy has reached paper isn't all that surprising, to him. Clearly, he's hit some kind of nerve, which could just be Kratos being so tightly wound that the idea of a roll in the hay with a near-stranger gets him ruffled.

Devin's going to have to milk this for all it's worth, because it's hilarious. He lets the smirk fade slowly, like Kratos' words have struck down all the mirth in him.]

Oh. I see. It's just that-- I thought-- no, I suppose it doesn't matter. [The vampire rearranges his features into something suitably upset and holds the papers out.] May as well dissuade the idea in it's entirely, then.