"Perhaps, however I cannot expect her to accept an olive branch I am unwilling to offer," He responds to Jack. Might be wasting his time, he agrees, but he's got the flesh to spare if it might put some of these concerns to ease. They would be far more effective working together than against each other.

He has to try. Murmur is nothing if not persistent, and willing to put anything on the line. "Strange to use something that, I presume, is intended to foster cooperation to mistreat one another." Really, sometimes he did not understand why humans were so vicious to their own. Then again he only had to look to his own brothers for further examples. Sigh.

His tattoos could be mistaken for tribal designs, being made of a mixture of angelic writing and geometric symbols for spellwork, but Jack already gave him that talking to about cultural appropriation. He didn't need another.

He raises an eyebrow at the shift. A new face, this one. "I am certain." He wouldn't offer if he wasn't. He doesn't waver nor flinch, simply holds still for her to take what she needs out of him.

When she does she will discover that he wasn't lying, he's flesh and blood just as any human. Though the blood flows slow, and the color's just a little off... Like it's old, and hasn't been properly replenished in some time. Still definitely blood, still definitely bone. Not a lick of metal or hydraulic line to be found.