Paul's eyes flicker with interest, interest just strong enough to outweigh the threatening pulse of adrenaline. He takes a drag on his cigarette, mind working fast.

"I'd heard the invitation one. In connection with ... Angelus, is what Dawn was calling him. He's a 'different classification' from you, apparently, so this 'invitation' thing holds true for any vampire then?

"And churches are bullshit for you guys-- what about crosses, holy water, all that?"

Truth to tell he's a little relieved if they are bullshit. Paul has his own issues with God, and the concept of having to carry a fucking crucifix for self-defense is one he has some trouble with.