Jay was fairly loose with his interpretation of religious doctrine. Whatever people wanted to believe was fine with him. As far as Dee was concerned, God had already thrown him into Hell once. All the people that 'prayed for him' were the same ones that wanted to keep him there. The resentment had simmered quite a bit over the years, but it could still be a testy subject in just the right (or wrong) context.

"Guitar and flute?" Dee asked, given the instruments he was working with. Though he suspected there might be others.