"Oh, don't I know it." It's said quietly, fringed with self-disgust. It wasn't just that his body had been restored - it had been left with traces, maybe fragments of knowledge he'd meant to drag to Earth with him and maybe simply pieces that had come along for the ride regardless of intent.
Which makes him more than a little wary over how much Lucifer is willing to invest, for lack of a better word, in examining this. Not that Daniel wouldn't mind knowing what's going on in his head that he can't fully detect, but he doubts he wants the literal Devil performing that cranial examination.
"What's that make me, then? A subject? Your exciting latest project?" he asks, dry as he can make the words without suffusing them in the undercurrent of dread that that's exactly what he is to Satan.
no subject
Which makes him more than a little wary over how much Lucifer is willing to invest, for lack of a better word, in examining this. Not that Daniel wouldn't mind knowing what's going on in his head that he can't fully detect, but he doubts he wants the literal Devil performing that cranial examination.
"What's that make me, then? A subject? Your exciting latest project?" he asks, dry as he can make the words without suffusing them in the undercurrent of dread that that's exactly what he is to Satan.