Sasha & Pavel
"Oh," Sasha nodded sagely. "Then he's lucky to receive their mercy and not be killed by strangers. If he lived where I used to live, he would have been been tortured and exiled. Any exile found by someone else who is their kind is killed on sight." At least he could rule out Pavel being a demon; a quick death free of the shame and humiliation of having your tells removed simply wasn't their way.
"So it makes other people respect you, even if they're older or have a better place than you?" Hmm, that sounded promising. There were often times he later felt guilty for arguing with people older than himself, but it was sometimes difficult to to stop himself from biting back. If he beat them in a drinking game, however, perhaps that would level the playing field. "I've never been drunk. What's it like?"