Nick didn't move out of the creepy thing's push into his personal space. It wasn't like he couldn't push him out of it again, or bind it if he tried anything. But something told him that if he took this guy to Azmodea, they'd welcome him with open arms as a brother.

"Wish I could," Nick said with a shrug. "Dying's kind of a personal thing, different for everyone. Not even mine were the same both times. I doubt it'd be the same for you anyway. I'm immortal, and cursed with it."