Daniel knew what Briony was doing to her knee and never once thought to tell her to stop it. If she wanted to bleed then let her bleed. Later she could heal herself up, or she could just keep on bleeding and do whatever she wanted to with the blood. Not his problem, it was hers. She may have just been a kid, but she was a demon kid and they did whatever they felt like. Daniel had been one of them once, he remembered what it was like. Only no he did not, not really, because that had been in one of the levels of Hell and he really did not know how long he had been down there... some amount of time ago. Had Daniel not been thinking about whether or not he had enough shingles to finish the job he had started then he may have sorted over the idea of how different it had to be to grow up on this plane instead of in Hell surrounded by other demons. He would probably decide that it had to be more fun; the inhabitants were undeniably more breakable and fun to play around with. "Little demon butterfly. Someone walks by and sees you like that you'd better watch out." He made a snipping motion with his fingers and grinned. "Otherwise they might try to cut your wings off, string you up in town square and burn you for demon-spawn."
'Does fire even work on you?' Don't get any ideas. 'Late.'
"Impromptu." Daniel stuck a few tiny nails in his mouth as he repositioned the shingle, picking them out one-by-one to hammer in. He liked the hammer, it was more personal feeling. "Means spur of the moment, right now, wasn't ready for it but okay whatever." Was that the technical definition? Chances were high that no, it might not even be close, but that was what Daniel thought when he used it so he was going with that. "This is a shingle." He held up one of the rectangles and wiggled it at her. "Keeps the rain out. My church doesn't need leaks. I live in there and I don't need to put up with any more mess than what I put there myself." Dead bodies? Okay. Mold growing in funny places? No. "Sometimes I forget you're a kid and don't always get... jokes. It was a joke. Hahaha." He stuck the shingle down to nail it on. Briony's question got an almost thoughtful pause and when he answered his voice was a little muffled because he still had nails stuck out one side. "My guess is that you killed another one of your siblings and I just haven't seen it on the news yet. Or better yet, one of the parents. Or they offed themselves because of the monsters they kept seeing around the corner." Monsters that were all midget-sized and had a deceivingly innocent smile.