He's only a hundred twenty three years old. But he is good at lying, it's true. Devin narrowed his eyes; based on that reply she must have extrasensory abilities.

"That may be the case. Lacking in a pulse does tend to make one appear less than alive," he replied. Devin wasn't going to get very far without getting over his own complete distaste for sharing any personal details; if he doesn't solve this problem he's going to hurt people, and he doesn't want that. That was more important than preserving some secrecy in a situation so thoroughly out of his comfort zone.

"But in the spirit of full disclosure, what you sense may have something to do with my occupation." And possibly with the dormant fragment of the Angel of Death he carried, but that he wasn't about to admit to. "I hunt other vampires; we don't belong. We are predators on the human race, and our place is in darkness. I can assure you I have no desire to kill a single person in this world - save myself, should I become a danger to others."