"Right," says Daniel, deflating a bit because that's not exactly what he'd meant to discuss but it's a pretty reasonable point. "Well, um. I'm not exactly - sure how long it's going to be?"

His projection's expression twists, pained. "Everything's different here. I don't know how to descend and I, uh."

How does he put this. He can't say he's taking a recommendation made by Satan, even if it turned out to be, actually, a pretty good suggestion now that he's given it some thought.

"I don't know if I should," he finishes, slow and reluctant.