John's brow raised slightly at the flinch, and the next words the other spoke. He didn't know what to make of it, death was something that barely concerned him anymore. He was going to be young and strong forever, as long as he didn't do anything stupid.
But a mortal monster, a dying monster... Hmm.
"I don't know what I smell from you," he shrugged. "But if you are concerned for your immortal soul, I see why you're worried about God watching."
He turned and looked up at the sky, tilting his head thoughtfully. He hadn't thought about God hardly at all since he'd been turned. It had almost been a surprise for him to find his robes and collars when he'd found his old apartment in the City.
"In any case, just because I don't follow Him anymore, doesn't mean He's not out there. If anything, being turned only proves there's more in the world than any could know. I just have a new maker to report to when I've failed my duties."