The sigh of relief that escaped Much was profound. "Good," he said, on the end of the exhale. "I know too many people in danger recently and I don't know how I'd take on a demon. Maybe I could convince Michael to lend me his flaming sword, though. Reckon I could handle a heavenly sword?" He finally tilted his head up again to see her face, because that was a question that needed eye contact to answer, eye contact and the devious grin on his face.