"I was born and raised Catholic," Nick snorted. "Talk about a dilemma. Usually I've got better control over the impulses and keep him pretty well locked down, but I'm out of practice. Just...probably a good idea to find somewhere else to be if my eyes ever go black, or yellow."

He'd mention the skin changes, the wings, and the horns, but if Arthur ever saw him like that it would most likely be too late.