{The entire scenario makes him miserable, frankly, and he doesn't hide it well. He is like a dog on a leash watching its puppy fall into the clutches of some greater beast. Panicking has occurred to him - frequently - but he is doing his best to hold that in check.

The hand does steady him and he looks to Undertaker for sincere advice on the matter. He is completely out of his depth and he is painfully aware of it.}

Please do. {He leans his head to the side, resting his cheek against the hand on his shoulder.} Do not kill him kindly. He seeks to devour that which is more precious than a thousand of him.

{No, a million.}

Can a demon hurt you? {The possibility undoes any reassurance he may have felt.} Undertaker, if the beast comes here, you know I do not mind playing bait whilst you deal with it.