Daniel would disagree; the fact Nick considers telekinesis to be a parlor trick very much is something to get worked up about. He keeps the disturbing thoughts to himself. Instead he privately tries to work out what, exactly, it is sitting beside his new and possibly-in-danger friend, because he wasn't lying before - he's never seen anything like this. And, all right, so maybe this isn't the first time he's chatted with an ancient, unspeakable evil in a dining establishment, except this time it's calling itself "Nick" instead of "Jim" and it's over whiskey instead of coffee and it happens to be taking place on a very mortal plane of existence.

"Do this sort of thing often, then?" Daniel asks mildly.