Daniel was glad that he had never been a child on this plane so no one could even try to force him to go to school. He had learned plenty enough traveling through the various levels of hell. He would just love to meet the mortal who could make it a hundred yards in even the first level of hell without going mad from all of everything that was there. Even the demonic-blooded would be unable to without losing themselves. Demons lost parts of themselves and went madder than they were when they started out. "I forget history," Daniel admitted, flipping the hammer over in his hand. "Except the bits in the Bible." He grinned widely. "Because that's what's really important and they kill far more people. Crucifixion. Don't see that in any history books, they save it for the ones you have to buy in the bookstore. Now you want the real good history, you look into what happened when Americans went west. Parents wouldn't approve at all." Blood and carnage and all sorts of things that no one would ever like to learn about. Unless they liked that sort of thing. So prime reading material for demons and their kind. Daniel nodded seriously. "You'd be a wonderful teacher. And isn't Bubbles that shepherd you mentioned? There's an elementary school I'd actually care about." They would not be having bake sales or playing tag in gym. They would be having magic classes and raising hell. Oh, he got shivers just thinking about it!
'I'm a horse.' Thunder sounded a little confused. 'They're not bad for my teeth. Sugar cubes are delicious and I want some.' Another brief pause. 'And I don't brush my teeth.'
"I've got a horse because he decided he was my familiar." Daniel whacked Thunder once more before turning away, not worried about getting bitten or any of that. He could regrow the missing flesh and it would be terribly interesting to have a tussle with a horse. "His name's Thunder and he likes to annoy me when he's got nothing better to do with his time. And this?" Daniel tossed the hammer and caught it again before pointing it towards Briony. "I like hammers, they've got that feel to them you just don't get with a nail gun. Tell me the idea of busting someone's skull in with this doesn't appeal to you." He tossed it at her feet and nodded. "Go on, pick it up and imagine it. Nail guns are fun, but hammers are personal." And there was that slight shiver chasing itself up and down his spine that always accompanied Briony's presence. Daniel doubted he would ever really get used to that.