"Heh. ...Been a while since I held a fresh, still-beating heart. Now that was a Hell of an offering."

He regrettably needed to leave the form for focus. With a pop, he let himself shake off the snake's form like an old jacket, and he took a moment to let his horns sprout, his wings manifest.

He needed to take back damage he'd done. Even if in a bit of fun. With the hand bearing the rosary, he brought it to bear against the neck and let that power surge.

Let blood be staunched, and let flesh be knit.

Yes. Best not worry their- his, what, come on- daughter.