"I don't think oozing is natural or healthy," Daemon quipped, sliding a sideways glance at Renji once more, his lips quirking faintly about the corners in an effort to hide a ridiculous grin. He, too, steered away from more serious topics at the moment, preferring to relax and enjoy the brief period of light companionship. So often his days lightly had been spent trying to catch up on what he'd missed or filling in other newcomers on what they needed to know. It was nice to just sit for a while.

Although he still filed away each of their responses, eying Allelujah thoughtfully after his comment, wondering what sort of world the boy came from. Badou had him laughing a moment later though as he shook his head at the redhead. "I'm not sure there is a better option there other than yes, avoiding both when possible. Although I think I passed the point of being too young for either a very long time ago," he added, a hint of dry humor creeping into his tone.

Then again the bitch Queens of the courts that had raised him had rarely paid much attention to age or experience when applying either restraint or drugs. Though that was an entirely different sort of game than the one that was played here. Daemon didn't point out that comparisons between Terrielle and the Institute almost had Landel looking amateur at times. He didn't want to chance the powers-that-be overhearing and attempting to up their game. He would take fighting mutant monsters over his old life any day, even if he did miss home so badly.