Well, all right then, now that Lucifer is over here Daniel is going to do just that and clamor out on the other side. He braces both hands against the vehicle, intent on keeping it between them.

"So have I," he answers viciously, some statement of defiance he doesn't understand. Lucifer's general affability just serves to settle a deeper chill in his spinal cord. "Hell? Been there. Didn't stick either. So if, if you're thinking you can just gut me and leave me, I'm, I don't, I don't stay dead, ever."

He doesn't know what kind of statement he's trying to make, what kind of fury or frustration he's venting. Grasping for consolation, maybe. It's all right if the Devil wants to flay him or reap him or whatever it is the Devil means to do - he walks away from it every time, doesn't he? Why would this be any different?

Maybe because this is the actual Devil. That might be harder to walk away from.

Daniel gulps.