[Of course. Astaroth already knew better than to expect anything in plain terms as soon as the word story came up, so while he isn't pleased about it, he doesn't bother interrupting to ask for clarification. He only notes the information for later, in case anyone from the top decides to grill him after this.

Then the Greek makes an embarrassment of himself. He can't even resist the urge to roll his eyes.]

Honestly, if I'd known I'd have to cart not just one, but two gods out of here, I would've told the cab to stay put... Guinevere, Daniel. [Once again, he trusts they'll not only know what to do but actually do it. In the meantime, he's going to get back to his feet, get out his phone and summon them some mortal means of transport.]