Samandriel licked his lips, finding himself responding far too well to being checked out by a demon.
"It's entirely possible," he said, taking a steadying breath.
"I've put myself on a path to get my Grace back, but I need to prepare for what's coming to me mentally if not physically." Clint had to be able to see the wrongness of an angel in a purely human body. He loved one in his own way after all. An angel, not a graceless one. "And I need you to not tell my sister any of this until after this either works or falls apart." He tipped his head up to look at the demon, trying to make himself look stronger than his form let on. "Will you help me? Please, Master Barton?"