None of that fear mattered now. From what he understood of their world, their Duma was not in the position that he was, hadn't been given the Key - or maybe it didn't even exist in the same way it did for them. But what it meant was that Samandriel had a shield that was both Heavenly and Hellish in his presence. He would be fine.
He hummed softly at that response as his phone buzzed in his pocket. Duma fished it out, checking the message and casually sending a response without a word. Then it was tucked away. "Meat and liquor, it will have to be." Although he had chosen to speak, he could at least hold on to his vow to never Sing again - at least not in that way. He smiled faintly, still petting Samandriel's hair idly, "Look at this. You're already getting so much better..."