It takes Daniel a few vowel sounds before he can articulate again.
Well, that opens up a fresh myriad of emotions, the most dominant being relief - he's had enough of literal Devils to last him a good long while. And here comes the secondary onset of confusion.
"Sorry, I just." Just what? Daniel knows how exceptionally foolish the idea of warding away the Devil with nothing more than a rough line of Hebrew must have sounded but he'd had zero ideas. "Yeah. He, uh. He didn't like me much."
The oblique mention of Lucifer provokes an involuntary shiver but he can see the way Seth is staring at him, in that confusion just barely bordering on horror that Daniel might do something tremendously stupid, so he forces himself to try and disregard the weird tingle in the air and stop looking like he's expecting to be struck with Egyptian Plagues two through six. He's met Ra for gods' sake; if he can adjust to the "gods are real" theorem then it's just a matter of extending the logic to angels. If one can call that logic.
"Daniel," he says faintly, accepting the hand, and the skin contact just makes the odd sensation more pronounced. He does his best to ignore it. Seth doesn't seem at all perturbed by the literal archangel Gabriel, he is going to have to take a minute to get used to that one sitting in his apartment, apparently bearing breakfast. Daniel's going to have assume this is a normal thing. But hey, now Seth's ambiguous references to a "celestial friend" make a lot more sense. "Uh. Sorry."
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Well, that opens up a fresh myriad of emotions, the most dominant being relief - he's had enough of literal Devils to last him a good long while. And here comes the secondary onset of confusion.
"Sorry, I just." Just what? Daniel knows how exceptionally foolish the idea of warding away the Devil with nothing more than a rough line of Hebrew must have sounded but he'd had zero ideas. "Yeah. He, uh. He didn't like me much."
The oblique mention of Lucifer provokes an involuntary shiver but he can see the way Seth is staring at him, in that confusion just barely bordering on horror that Daniel might do something tremendously stupid, so he forces himself to try and disregard the weird tingle in the air and stop looking like he's expecting to be struck with Egyptian Plagues two through six. He's met Ra for gods' sake; if he can adjust to the "gods are real" theorem then it's just a matter of extending the logic to angels. If one can call that logic.
"Daniel," he says faintly, accepting the hand, and the skin contact just makes the odd sensation more pronounced. He does his best to ignore it. Seth doesn't seem at all perturbed by the literal archangel Gabriel, he is going to have to take a minute to get used to that one sitting in his apartment, apparently bearing breakfast. Daniel's going to have assume this is a normal thing. But hey, now Seth's ambiguous references to a "celestial friend" make a lot more sense. "Uh. Sorry."