"...I did not mean to draw you into something you hadn't signed up for."

"I signed up for killing a demon," Kit answers flatly, then lifts up his newly refilled drink to swallow down a goodly portion of it. The burn of the liquor down his throat makes him grimace, teeth bared for a second, before he shakes his head. The motion is short, stiff. "Not--whatever that was."

He does, at length, glance at Devin to meet his gaze, though his own is deeply guarded and otherwise difficult to read. "That what demons are like, where you're from? They look just like you?"