Sebastian laughed, "See, that's charity - people think that you have to funnel tons of money into churches or orphanages or work at soup kitchens and homeless shelters for it to be considered charity, but that's just not true. Those things are needed, yes, and wonderful... but they aren't the only charitable actions that people can do. And I think it's wonderful that you helped her out, I really do." He almost went off onto a tangent about how God and Christian love is in every charitable action before he remembered that he wasn't speaking to one of his mortal friends and while Fetish may think that was all well and good, she didn't believe it like he did.
He nodded then at her explanation - which made absolute perfect sense to him - and sat the bottle back down on the bed with everything else. He looked at the toys laid out, the smaller ones not looking too bad at all. And then, he looked at his own hands for a moment. They were calloused, rough in places. "Not just being a musician, but I still have the same body I had when I was alive. So I still have the callouses and scars from holding a bow and a sword my whole mortal life. You're right though, they are rough - it would be better, at least at first."
He hummed softly and smiled back at her. "I know," he murmured. "But I willfully turned my head from all of it and ignored it, ignored what I've always known that I was because I was so sure it was one of those evil temptations I was meant to resist. But recently - within the last five years - I've been realizing that I was chosen with full knowledge of who and what I was, and I wouldn't be one of His Beloved if he so despised me. I just wish it didn't take me nearly two-thousand years to figure that out."