Sam
"Oh...Phew...wow. Time out. Time out. Who the hell are you two?" Sam manages to pant out. The Devil's Heir Apparent looks at the Paladin, then at Nicodemus....then the Paladin's again. His palm acquaints itself with his face.
"This does not bode well for my immediate survival prospects."
Midnighter
"Plus, my team killed God." At Zarthos's stare, the Midnighter quickly clarifies.
"Not theological God. The malevolent alien who created the solar system as his summer resort, and found humanity taking up space. Remember? New Year's Eve, 1999? Silver bio-mechanical killbots?"