He slipped his hand into the inside of his coat and pulled out a small crystal bottle, wearing a half-grin as he handed it to her. It would have been just as easy to produce out of thin air, but Holy Water just happened to be something he actually carried around on a regular basis. "Don't forget your incantations," he gently reminded, taking slow strides around the circular barrier. In a few moments, she'd be opening a hell portal. This was not as easy a thought for him to process as it was, perhaps, for her, and behind his cool disposition was a little bit of that anxiety coming in. That's what he gets, Daimon thought, for being a teacher.
"You know," he chuckled, "I'm still perfectly open to Thai food. If you're thinking about changing your mind."