"I assumed..." He shrugged. "You said nun and I was surprised, since I would have thought a demon couldn't set foot on consecrated ground. Not if we stick to conventional lore. As for 'plain clothes nuns,' well. You're the religious one; you tell me. But I don't think they go around in street clothing with the hope of catching sinners to bring them in for repentance like a plain-clothed policeman."

But why did a nun know a demon, or a demon know a nun for that matter, and why did she call him Master? Jealousy flared in his stomach and he looked down at Anthony's long fingers resting over his own. He brought his other hand down to bracket Anthony's thin hips, fingers tucking through a belt-loop and giving a light, experimental tug. That jealous flame subsided just a little, but his nerves did not.

"I ask because in my most recent memory, you wanted Holy Water for something," he said, voice lowered and secretive, as he had done with Crowley in the Gala. If the Different were undergoing changes--biological changes, or obtaining 'powers' as Anakin and Elliott had--then there was no telling what negatives would come with that. The Stone Mill was empty, but he was still scared of this information escaping his and Anthony's control. "Even though, as a demon, it would destroy you completely."