The moment Dylan had him wait, leaving the room, Daniel honestly wondered ifhe would come back to the room. When he did, despite knowing how many other ways Dylarn had of hurting him, he still tensed. It took everything in him not to back up a step, then another.

His gaze dropped to the gun and back up.

"Uhmmm, no. I get it. You can stop the bullet. I believe that without shooting you," he said, shaking his head. "And I'm a magician and human for all I know. They're possible gods, Dylan, and I'm not sure I believe they're leaving you with the ability to stop them. It would be madness on their part. You're smarter and quicker than they are."

Compliments. That would help, right?