"Magic is smoke and mirrors and distractions to make you look here while they do something over there. That is..." Danny trailed off, staring at the spot again as he realized that there was no rational explanation. Unless she had been watching him since he arrived, there was no way she could have known where he would be ahead of time. The sugar was just that. Sugar. He raised his hand, drawing in a breath as if he was about to say something. Instead, he leaned sideways, looking under the table for some kind of evidence to the contrary.
Of course, he found absolutely nothing. Sitting up straight again, he ran a hand as he slumped back in his seat. As she motioned at the mug, he reached out and put a hand over it, pulling it closer. "I'd prefer it if my coffee didn't go hopping off," he stated dryly, although the temptation was there to make her prove that could happen. "Let's go back to what I believe, which is very shaky at the moment." He stabbed a finger at the table. "If the world is really ending and demons are really running around, causing all kind of of havoc, why does this thing need a guy like me? I can't do that." He nodded to the spot where the sugar had once been. It wasn't like he could arrest a demon.
Danny tensed slightly as she reached into her purse, eyes following the movement. The frown only deepened as he picked up the strange medallion after she set it down, letting it lay in his palm as he inspected it. It wasn't like anything he'd seen before, unthreatening, but important enough that, if he believed any of this, it kept the demons at bay. "Just this?"