Remy chuckled in a voice that didn't sound entirely human. "Of course it's creepy and disturbing. Would you prefer rainbows and butterflies?" His nose scrunched up at the suggestion. "Unless you were peeling off the wings, of course. I usually only get it from Catholics, maybe a few other believers. The best part is, she isn't even one of my followers; she just recognizes the uniform. You should see the little sheep, how much they believe in my messages and the way their eyes glaze over. They eat this shit up like a free meal." The fake priest was suddenly struck with inspiration. "Ooh--poisoned soup kitchen, don't let me forget that. Brilliant." He thought about suggesting Tristan should volunteer, but doubted the warlock would be interested or have the patience for it; he seemed a little preoccupied with this so-called angel issue.
"Really? Your kind and my kind get along so well," he responded, referring to his species more than his profession. Balaur recognized the magic at work, but wasn't bothered by it. He had already come out with the truth about his situation, and had no secrets that could easily be found by a human, warlock or otherwise. Of course Remy knew what city he was in, but waved off the missed attempt at a pun. Obviously Tristan was too bothered by his situation to enjoy Remy's particular sense of humor, if the man even had one at all.
The wings didn't impress him and he immediately dismissed that part. He'd met or heard of plenty of creatures over the years with wings that weren't angels, and angels didn't always show their wings. They could hide them as easily as Balaur hid inside Remy. Healing drew the same reaction, but the reversing of vampirism--that interested the demon. He'd never heard of an angel reversing vampirism, but he didn't pay too much attention to their activities unless they interfered with his, and it seemed exactly like the sort of thing an angel would be able to do. "Yes, yes, forget the wings," he said hastily, waving his arm as if to push the issue away physically. "Vampirism, you say? You've seen this with your own two eyes, or did she only say she'd done it?"