"None that I could find." Another smile, but that was a defense mechanism in and of itself. He was fine. He would always be fine. Liam was always a survivor, and that was part of the horrific irony of it all, when he was in many ways always rooting for someone to finally just stop him, once and for all.

His hand shifted beneath the priest's, a bold and probably inadvisable move, to brush his fingers along Riley's. "Are you thinking about trying to save me, Father? I should warn you it's too late for that. I think I'm more demon than human at this point." After all that he had done, how could he be anything else?