He nudges Jacobi.

“Both. Like I said.”

Ass.

Then he breathes out slow and starts running his hand up and down Jacobi’s arm.

“I sleep. In a place like this? I keep a regular schedule. No sun makes it easier. Sunlight burns. Holy objects… don’t do anything as long as they’re just there. But if someone with faith uses it? It’ll burn. Garlic is… unpleasant. Food is… impossible. Alcohol? Fine, if it’s mixed with blood.”