He was prepared for the mess that the holy water would no doubt make when mixed with the earthy remains of the creature, but he had learnt the hard way several times over the years the many of the supernatural creatures that he had the misfortune to run across did not stay dead quite as easily as one would expect. Whether the holy water would be sufficient wasn’t something he was totally sure of – there was something familiar about the creature, but he couldn’t say that he had a great knowledge of its kind. Truth be told, much of what he did was improvisation and a healthy dose of good fortune…<br/><br/>‘Good idea – if you stand around naked like that for too much longer, who knows what other evils you might… awaken…’ he said with a cheeky grin as he watched her turn and retreat out of the room – offering him a perfect view of her rather groin stirringly shaped backside.<br/><br/>Ever the dutiful house owner, Daniel disappeared into the kitchen with shotgun still at hand to retrieve a bush and dustpan – returning to the living room to make as good an attempt at removing the remains from his floor as possible before unceremoniously dumping them in the kitchens bin. After a moments wavering, he grabbed some salt from one of the cupboards in the kitchen and poured a liberal amount over the now rather gooey remains.<br/><br/>Never hurt to take extra precautions, he through to himself, as he made his way upstairs back towards his bedroom – shotgun resting upon one shoulder.