Duma covered his mouth and shook his head. He would not, in fact, tell Dean how he really felt because that would verge on the utterly foul. And honestly, doing that probably told the human all he needed to know on that particular subject. Ass was putting it lightly. Remiel could--no, that was an uncharitable thought.
A good question. Duma exhaled softly, but even that was toneless. He shifted and produced the Key to the Gates from under his shirt, hanging on a simple rope. "I expect it's very difficult to rule anything if you don't have the symbol of authority with you." Duma had always been the Key's keeper and he wasn't about to give that to Remiel anytime soon.