"I've made an entire career out of fighting something similar," Marcus reminds him with a small smile. "Though I do tend to use religious scripture rather than my fists, so perhaps you should be asking me to train you for the next time you run into something a little bit stronger than you expect."

He's joking, of course, speaking mostly to take Nate's mind off the pain he's feeling as Marcus walks him home. Whatever he had run into today, it's not likely a demon, although Marcus supposes he can't be entirely certain of that. Maybe this world offers demons of a different breed altogether and maybe he's going to have to discover a new way to combat them.

"Just how much alcohol do you have at your apartment and will it be enough?" he asks as they walk. There's no use pretending Nate isn't going to drink once he gets home, but if that's the plan, Marcus wonders if he should stay just to make sure nothing bad happens to him the moment he passes out. The injuries look as if they'll all heal, but Marcus has seen fewer bruises on possession victims.