Daisy rolls her eyes—after living on a cruise where five different Dean Winchesters came and went, she's so used to the concept of alternate selves that if Erik can't get with the program, that's his problem. No skin off her back.

"Do you hear yourself? 'My slave was comfortable. My slave's cage was so nice. My slave doesn't mind being branded.' Ugh. You think you're soooo much better. But you're not. Doesn't matter how hard you push the beast down. You're just another monster, playing with his food."