Duma seemed rather at home here. And not just in a this is my house sort of way. Just in a -- well. John couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he supposed it was in a more human sort of way. Lounging and shoving weren't general angelic endeavors. Particularly not for the angel who'd taken over Hell's lock and key.
He offered the angel a bit of a side eye over his line of questioning - it was obvious he'd worded things in order to make it so that John couldn't just smoothly avoid the topic. Well. Duma had clearly never had a real conversation with John before. "Who doesn't like a bit of adventure? No rock unturned, yeah?"