[He waves a hand, but takes the offering. Better than nothing. Fake water or not. Besides, every time he tries to grab a drink from someone, it's beer. At least at Julie's weirdo tent, he didn't need to ask.

Barring the fact he could make his own on the spot. It's just not his thing.]

I guess the secret's sort of out. But I'd prefer if you still keep it to yourself. [Well, the wings might not scream demon to anyone who isn't from his world, maybe, and specifically in his line of business, but it's enough that it's clear he isn't human. As he's already brought up.] I'm a devil hunter. Devils. Demons. Whatever you wanna call 'em, I blasted 'em. Plenty of them were big enough to seem like gods. Hell, I was raised by people who thought one was a god. I don't see any difference here.