He pulls himself the rest of the way up, to sit in what's become his habitual position, back resting against the wall and knees tucked up to his chest.

"They're like ... inhabiting spirits. They can move into a living body and take it over. Like angels with human vessels, only they don't ... they don't require consent."

A long beat.

"They don't all serve Lucifer, but ... a lot of them do."