Daemon lifts his head to peer at John momentarily when he says humans like that, but it's surprisingly easy to accept whatever that might mean, especially after a woman had told him she was a barn owl the other day. He suspects this sort of thing will only continue judging by his luck so far. With a sigh, Daemon lays his head back and closes his eyes again as he adds something else to the pile of stuff he's coming to terms with.

"The guards will be no issue." Daemon is relieved that John is so agreeable to sharing what he knows when most people would've seen this as an opportunity once they knew they had his interest. He would've been making promises of lordships and castles for the mistake of needing to rely on someone else. Weakness doesn't do well in his world, so the fact that John hasn't attempted to capitalise on the power of his House has not gone unnoticed, but then John doesn't seem to know who he is at all.

In any case, it's much better with something to think about, and Daemon has always been good at moving forward and distracting himself with a problem.

"No one sends their best to guard the dungeons."