"That was in no way meant to be about faith," Melek returns, quite abruptly in contrast to his earlier, almost lackadaisical attitudes. He stretches his hands out, curling his fingers in and out again.

Ah, the magic word. "Be specific," Melek chides Devin, once he's answered. "What type? Obviously the day-dwelling sort, so you're no mindless shambler. Hmhm..." He hums lightly, looking Devin up and down with a little more interest. "How do you feel about running water? Silver?"