"Oh, no, I- I'm definitely telling Dad," Henry nodded, swallowing roughly. "But he doesn't have to uh...hurry or anything. Because-" Henry was going to reassure Iestyn more once they were alone, but while Tinsel was here, he was going to focus on the big picture and that was that Beelzebub was gone, at least for now. "He turned into a fly and I sort of uhm...squashed him. Slammed in right between my hands. Hurt like a motherfucker," he admitted, because he had reacted without thinking and his broken fingers had not thanked him for it. "I killed a demon. I killed a demon with my bare hands."