"Well, it's just...how they work? If they're divinely created, then they just...run on their own? I mean some are powered by sacrifices, and some eventually run out of power...."

Amos frowns a little, and gestures with his cookie before finishing it off and taking another. He takes a short drink of the vodka, and bites into the cookie.

"It ain't my field of expertise. I've only run across things like that every now'n'then. I'm not..." Amos shrugs. "I'm the personal assistance of my boss. She runs a large organization. When I'm with her, I help her run things at home. She sends me around the world as her liason and personal representative to our other branches. Sometimes I help with an old mercenary friend of hers, run missions with them."

"So while I know a lot of stuff 'bout the supernatural creatures, it's mainly for survival. Not as an actual field of study."