"Well, I." He wets his lips nervously because, yeah, no, Daniel's not really one for the avoidance policy. Especially not if other people are in the line of fire. "You know how they tell you to pick your battles?" He smirks, a small and cold grimace, laden with self-directed scorn. "Yeah, I'm really, really bad that. In fact I, uh..." He considers leaving it at that for a minute, but since they're apparently baring their souls here, he might as finish what's been started. "I think it's bullshit. I think we have that obligation, if it's in our power, to intervene. If this guy - Satan, Lucifer, whatever he is - is out to hurt people, I'm gonna do what I can to stop it. However much that's worth here, anyway."