"I think you'll find that what I'm shockingly good at is actually-- well, there are a bunch of things, but being a warden is one of them."

Rhys leaves the demon to the task of unpicking the threads, and retrieves his communicator from the bedside cabinet.

He begins typing out a crucially important if somewhat late message to the Admiral, affecting a very deliberately crafted attitude of total disinterest in Betelgeuse.

"Later dude. Try not to possess anyone else."