"Hmm, I forgot about daemons," he says with a hint of regret. He does kind of miss his daemon. Having her near made him feel less homesick for home and family. She was a comfort he could lean against and feel at peace. Yet the panther would be kitten sized no doubt and he hates it, "She would be far too cute for my liking. Morticia was gorgeous as much as she was powerful."

He's trying not to imagine a seal swimming around Strange's head but it's there now implanted in his forethought, "Knowing Guardians your tiny daemon would be surrounded by bubbles and sparkles."

The more he thinks about it the more he's kind of glad he didn't get chosen for either side especially the sparkly one.