She uncapped the flask and held it out to the cowboy. Cowboy God? Was he really trying to go for that?
"Holy water in the whiskey. Help yourself. If you are who you say you are, shouldn't hurt a bit."
And if he wasn't, then she had a few rituals up her sleeve to exorcise the demon from its host body.
"You do realize that you're not the first guy who tried to convince me that he was 'God,' right?" Jo asked with a smirk. "Though most of 'em just stick with the old six-pack of beer and pizza routine."