"Oh, he probably won't get much bigger than that. Mammon, Lucifer, and the like aren't interested in giving us creatures that could grow big enough to be a threat to them in any way," Kirk shook his head. "I mean, I can't blame them. If I could I would absolutely unleash Rigel on them, but..." A shrug, because it's neither here nor there.

Definitely not reflective of the house. The house was, to Kirk's mind, middle class standard. Something... normal. Hardly expensive, but the standard. At least it did come with a nice bathroom. Not that Kirk seemed concerned with keeping it nice as he helped Caleb work his shirt off and inspect his wounds, motioning for him to sit on the toilet seat as he tossed the shirt into the sink.

"Materials to defend yourself?" he asked, opening cabinet doors to look for his first aid kit.