He snorted. "Nah." It might've start out a personal endeavor when he was trying to understand himself and his lineage. What could drive people to create the fucking anti-Christ? Let his father tell it, Satan was just that charming. Daimon scratched his chin and swiveled his gaze back toward the woman sidelong and continued, "Relevant to my line of work." He couldn't take anymore of the Kumbaya bullshit though, and turned his back on the festival again, looking her over- she looked like she could be a college student herself, but also like the kind of person who'd be out here for the hell of it. Daimon gestured toward her and the phone in her pocket that she'd been recording with earlier. "For fun or major?" he volleyed back.