Willow's eyebrows raise. Trapped in a body, as a prisoner, not his own? Well, isn't that disturbing shades of Glory all over again. Still, despite being spooked by his behaviour when the butterfly revealed her as a witch, as far as she can tell, Nick seems to have little in common with the hell god. Maybe he's just not great with interacting with people.

She looks around, and shrugs. "Oh, this? It's a dream. It doesn't have to make sense, does it? How did you get stuck in someone else's body?"

The butterfly still quietly perched on Willow's shoulder pipes up, ever helpful. "I think it's Deerington."