[Gen's description is not especially thorough, and Liem is left imagining something like a magical scroll or book with moving images on the pages. He hums wonderingly, then frowns at the harsh scent of smoke that begins wafting from the boy walking behind him. The scent isn't kind to his sensitive nose.]

That's very pragmatic of you.

[He pauses to peer through a broken shop window, listening to the stillness inside and eyeing the ransacked interior. The place has clearly been looted, but it seems like the perpetrators have since moved on. After a moment spent regarding the barren shelves, he looks back at Gen.]

I'm half-vampire. I'll spare you the sordid details, but my deal means that positive energy is harmful to me. That is, the kind of energy that makes the living thrive, but scorches the undead. So if you've any facility with such power…

[He smiles faintly.]

Please use it well clear of me.