His advantage was that people underestimated him. They saw the psycho murderer with a habit of annoying Hell and Heaven alike. Very few saw the being who had led his forces against Michael's. Fewer still saw beneath that.
"Yes I can." He smiled at her, "and you know it. You're a Horseman, no matter what you do. After you four comes us. You are our heralds, like it or not." He shrugged, "you offer comfort he picks you. He's human. They are fickle. And she's pagan. The sheer irony of that one. He'd have killed her, or converted her, when he was still himself. We'll just have him remember who he is. Besides, I don't buy it was just one pagan. No one gets to try to kill my son besides myself. And no one will miss a pagan. I'll just drop her off in Kansas."