Honestly, Daniel was hardly listening to a word that Zoie was saying. Oh, he heard it all, but it hardly mattered. The basic gist was that she was trying to figure out whether or not religion was worth it all and Daniel's honest opinion on the matter was of course it is. Because religion was what got him all of his sheep to play with. If there was no religion then he would have nothing to twist all around and turn on its head... nothing at all to play with. Then this delicious little thing would not have shown up on his doorstep, practically wrapped and topped with a bow. Girls who had been in a hospital and thought they were near death - whether or not they actually were - were some of the best to play with in his experience.
"Ah, but that is a crisis of faith," Daniel declared as he guided Zoie to have a seat and joined her, sitting close enough that there was no space between their legs and he could keep his hold on her shoulder. The longer he maintained contact, the better, and besides... he hardly doubted he was going to have to wait long to make a move on her. She was pliable, an easy little all-too mortal thing. "And one that even I can't answer. A person's faith is their own to find and all I can do is offer guidance along the path. And do you really seek faith? Or comfort?" He squeezed her shoulder. "Your time in the hospital must have been truly terrible to bring you somewhere you never go... if you wish to talk about it, I have two very good ears." And hands. He began to rub small circles on her shoulder where his hand was resting.