For several minutes Solomon remained silent, because he had nothing immediate to say and he felt no need to do so. It was very rare that he felt comfortable enough with a person to just say nothing and not mind. Cleric Quiver was one of the few within the Temple, if only because Quiver himself was so reserved.
He was taking in what Paddy had said, slotting it into what he had heard and figured out so far. The things he'd known once and rejected, the things which were now important to consider. Paddy might have confidence in his ability to tell right from wrong, but Solomon wasn't quite as sure of his moral compass just yet.
Outside, he heard Dexter's shouts of encouragement (which wouldn't have been the least bit encouraging to Erin, had she been there, he was sure) and Sean's whoops of excitement. It seemed a distant little slice of unreality. A sorcerer and a mortal. A sorcerer teaching a mortal to drive a magical vehicle.
"How would you fight Lucifer?" he asked suddenly, without having intended to say anything at all. The words came out before he could think about them, and he paused. Just like it wouldn't be a good idea to bring up Vile, it probably wouldn't be a good idea to start talking about Lucifer as an actual being. Later, certainly, because if anyone other than the Archangels would be a good source of insight it would be Paddy. "Theoretically," he added. "My father ... said a great deal about resisting the Devil." He smiled, half tightly and half sadly. His father had, at one stage, feared he was the Devil. "How does that work in real life, exactly?"
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He was taking in what Paddy had said, slotting it into what he had heard and figured out so far. The things he'd known once and rejected, the things which were now important to consider. Paddy might have confidence in his ability to tell right from wrong, but Solomon wasn't quite as sure of his moral compass just yet.
Outside, he heard Dexter's shouts of encouragement (which wouldn't have been the least bit encouraging to Erin, had she been there, he was sure) and Sean's whoops of excitement. It seemed a distant little slice of unreality. A sorcerer and a mortal. A sorcerer teaching a mortal to drive a magical vehicle.
"How would you fight Lucifer?" he asked suddenly, without having intended to say anything at all. The words came out before he could think about them, and he paused. Just like it wouldn't be a good idea to bring up Vile, it probably wouldn't be a good idea to start talking about Lucifer as an actual being. Later, certainly, because if anyone other than the Archangels would be a good source of insight it would be Paddy. "Theoretically," he added. "My father ... said a great deal about resisting the Devil." He smiled, half tightly and half sadly. His father had, at one stage, feared he was the Devil. "How does that work in real life, exactly?"