Even he was shocked, a little, at the display of light that resulted- the network of green that spiraled outwards, like cracks appearing in the earth.

There were signs, and for every demon they were different. In his case, there was falling feathers, the smell of gunsmoke and black coffee, the sound of crows as his eyes burned with emerald fire-

And then it was finished, and he pulled his hand away. There was a flicker of worry, but... no, there was no lingering sense of unease, or doom, like there had been with Alastor. There was just... the promise. It was a warm feeling, and one he found he didn't mind at all. This... was not a mistake.

"There," he said, simply, as though what had just happened was completely normal. "Now you know... you'll always have a friend."