"That's exactly it." Daniel grinned and poked at Briony's nose with the top of the hammer. "They'd have to catch you. They never caught the real witches and demons, just ones who couldn't do a damn thing to save themselves. I wish I'd have been around then, I'd have given them a real witch hunt." Only he would have been most happy to string up the angels and let them go from there. Burn and destroy the ones that they were full of belief were there to save them. That was really the funny thing: Daniel was positive that angels had gotten caught up in that madness more than demons in no small part because they were less likely to fight as hard as a demon, and definitely not as dirty. "Ohhhh, but kids are the worst." They were not, but a lot of people would have believed it. All of the horror movies that were released where mean-spirited or possessed or even just straight-up evil children were starring made Daniel think that people were more afraid of what kids could be capable of than they were adults, which was just ridiculous. Daniel knew that he could do worlds more damage than Briony here, even if she was Fear, because he had the decades of experience that gave him different tricks. "Didn't you tell me you know a "kid" demon whose really an adult? Just think of how many of those there are out in the world." Daniel wondered if there was enough for there to be an army...
Daniel was not messy so much as he was just organized in his own very special way. His lack of desire to clean was mostly why there was dust here or there or why the vacuum rarely got used. It was also why he almost always managed to get some girl to do it for him. Like Daisy had made him that sandwich and probably would have cleaned the entire church if he had asked right. To say nothing of what he could get Mrs. Marsik to do if he asked exactly right at the right time of the day, and then what he could get her to do after... was not something he should be thinking about with Briony there. Otherwise he was going to get distracted and put a nail through his hand and she would never let him forget it. "Yep, I am, but it's okay because I have women to take care of the mess for me." Daniel winked. "Always get human women to do your cleaning, they're best at it." Personally, the Dependence had no idea why they had needed to go through with that whole suffrage movement, they did a far better job in the kitchen or household and everyone knew it. Even them. They just never had the nerve to go ahead and say something about it. "Good job, kiddo." Daniel even had the nerve to reach over and ruffle Briony's head, suffering through the shock of goosebumps that it send racing down his arm. Worth it. "You're going to put your head doctor into a head doctor of his very own before you even know it." He reached over to pry up another old shingle, shaking his head at the mess underneath. "Make up some good dreams for him about skinning your brother, maybe about seeing a man crucified in your church." He glanced down. "Could happen someday, I've never tried it yet. Heard about someone doing it to that vamp cardinal down the road. Should've put it through his throat." Daniel did not much care for the Catholics, obviously. Then again he hardly liked anyone who was truly religious unless he had his fingers on their soul. "How often you go there again?"