Dan hears the scratch on the counter but doesn't look; he feels like he knows what that sound is from working so much with werewolves and hellcats, and that if Miguel had wanted to demonstrate that he had weapons in his fingers, Miguel would have. He just files it away as useful information.

"That didn't answer my question."

But Dan's gentle smirk makes it clear that he isn't going to press for that answer. He watches the level of the rum in the glass go down; so does his own.

"My normal life is laying spirits to rest across the continent and I've been told that learning to shoot a gun when you're still in diapers is unusual, so I don't think I know what 'normal' actually is."