At his leisure. Oh, that's nice. Probably what passes for a polite way of reminding him how comparatively helpless he actually is. He has to actively resist the urge to glare - hostility, where the Devil is concerned, hasn't generally gone well for him, even if now they might be, conceptually, on slightly more even footing.

His projection does not fade or whisper into nothing; it is simply gone, though it takes Daniel himself somewhat longer to uncoil back into his former state of being and away from the warehouse. But then, he's been given a lot to think about.