"...I see. I hope the little devil is durable," The Corinthian really had no idea, but it sounded good to him at the moment. Besides, bravado was a useful thing and the angel didn't know that he didn't know anything.

The nightmare gave Duma a look, as if briefly considering something, and then he began walking in the other direction. He was in no hurry to leave this place, afterall. It was the Waking World, which he preferred and it wasn't his fault for not going back to the Dreaming - he simply couldn't. So a bit of a vacation from being other people's dark mirror.