"Johnny wrote a book?" That's Daniel's first takeaway, the second being: well, shit. So Seth's been tossed into one of his more haphazard, morally reprehensible memories before, but the unfortunate bit is that wasn't even the worst possible memory the Rift could have chosen, as he now knows too well. And he doesn't want Seth - or anyone, really - rifling around in the more private sections of Daniel's past. Particularly if they involve Ascension.

Daniel's tensed up again despite the general calm air of the dream, rubbing one hand over his chin in pensive agitation.

"Honestly, wish there was a way to safeguard against this kind of thing," he mutters, and pulls off his glasses briefly to scrub said hand over his eyes. "My brain's really not one that should be exposed to the masses, especially when we've got, y'know, Satan running about." And especially considering the unnerving amount of interest Lucifer had displayed in Daniel's head, rife with memories of another plane. Crap.