He waits for a sign that Seth's joking. And then he exhales and smirks and, yeah, he's going to need a lot of beer after that one.

"Suppose I shouldn't be surprised," he admits, setting the bottle down with its contents half-gone. Right about now he's getting the tingling reminder of why he's a coffee-drinker and not so big on alcohol buzzing away in the back of his skull. Oh yeah, getting back to Lucy's is going to be fun. "I guess we've got the literal Devil wandering around so why draw the line there, right? Although," he pauses, musing aloud, "I did meet a Satan once. Though he...actually went by Sokar. And he wasn't so much the Devil as he was just making use to the title to spread fear and panic and..." And Daniel's trains of thought are getting worryingly difficult to micromanage. "We didn't get along," he finishes seriously.