If Yujinn didn't correct him, Lawr was going to keep right on assuming the man was an angel. He looked like what Lawr had always imagined an angel to be, and he'd never seen the man being unkind to anyone. Why should he believe anything less?

He tried to think for a moment, about whether or not magic existed in his world. The answer was a resounding 'no.' There were tricks... sleights of hand, and illusory manifests. There was not real magic. Although not so long ago, Lawr might have said he believed in it.

Forced prostitution tended to kill a boy's sense of wonder.

"The machines? What, like the fridge?" Lawr asked, pointing toward said appliance across the room.