He stared at the guy for a second longer before slowly holding up the hand with the phone next to his head. He didn't think moving the hand holding his trident would be a good idea, but he could at least try to look less threatening. "Right now, really fucking confused," Daimon admitted, smirking a little. "Listen, could you maybe not point that gun at me? It makes this whole thing a lot more hostile, and I don't think either one of us really wants that, do we?" He knew it was a risk to even admit knowledge of the supernatural in this situation, but maybe if this wasn't one of the obsessed psychopath zealot hunters, a little honesty could help build a little trust... "Look, I don't know what you were trying to prove by throwing the name of Christ at me, but if you were expecting me to get twitchy about it, you should know that I'm not a demon or a vampire." Which was technically the truth. He was still human, even with the Darksoul lurking inside him.
The Darksoul had its own feeling about how to handle this. Right now it was flooding Daimon's mind with images of violent altercation. It wanted to light the hunter's gun hand on fire, use the trident to rip out his throat, and then drink up all that arterial blood. Daimon just ignored it, blocked it out as best he could. "So c'mon. Just put it down for a second and we can talk, and if you don't like what I say you can always just lift it and pop me in the head if you want."