Iman. God, he doesn't even want to guess how she'd react to this. He doesn't quite know who else is in the know, who knows he's dead and who knows that he kind of took a step beyond the whole 'death' thing. The Devil's making sense and that's sort of uncomfortable, and the Devil's giving him a plan and that's even more uncomfortable.

This is it, this is Daniel Jackson's life now. Or not-life, rather, because the Rift is a pain.

"I'll consider it," he says, lending a careful weight to the emphasis. Consider. He's not sure he can go toe-to-toe, tête-à-tête with Lucifer straight-up, but he's not as defenseless as he was as a mostly-human. That's something he can hold onto, at least. It's a mild comfort, if anything.