Danny snorted at her comment about people sitting on their asses. Oh, he could tell her some stories about arguments from the past. Seemed to be at least a slightly different attitude now, though. "Maybe, maybe not. But sign up for the classes. It's a good start." He made his own attempt at a smile back. "Sure." Of course, Danny didn't have the resources that Bobby guy did. Just how he was going to teach her was something he hadn't worked out yet. It was sort of a spur of the moment thing, but he would make good on it. "I want you to start on the traps and the Latin first, though."
Danny could only dream of being unknown. With those Ghost Rider comics, he couldn't seek shelter in anonymity. He'd probably always be known as the drunk asshole that killed everybody and got played with the oldest trick in the book by an evil angel. It bothered him more than he let on.
"I do." He shrugged a little. "Spirit of Vengeance. Fragment of God in my soul." His world's God, at least. He still wasn't sure if God was multiversal or not. That was a philosophical question he did not give a single shit about. Of course just saying he was a Spirit of Vengeance didn't do much for people that didn't know what that was. "I could spend the next five minutes explaining, or I could just show you. Your call." He took another bite of the lasagna, giving Tess time to decide whether she wanted to know and if she did, how.