After Cam's magic but still basically human boyfriend has fallen asleep and Cam finds he is not tired enough to do the same, Cam goes downstairs.
"We don't have any way to predict them, do we, even interviewing their alts who might be better."
"Nope. We would be letting arbitrarily powerful very dubiously benevolent entities into Milliways and hoping they just put their planet back and don't, like, deliberate for a hundred years and then lead a retaliatory war against Hell."
"...well, when that happens to me I write about it but that won't work for you."
"I'm trying to learn but it's hard because we don't speak the same languages."
"Yeah, I could go ask them. But I can't take Timothy's computer, right?"
"If you happen to have ideas on what might be helpful to Cam -"
"Inspiring a four year old to solve all the multiverse's problems isn't it."
"Yes, I know. Coaching him to say 'that conversation went completely over my head and I have no idea what's going on but demons are cool!' wouldn't have been the right thing to do either though."
"You do know that Cam's thing is making a point of not obliging other people to manage his emotions."
"Yes, I do. Which is why I can't just ask him. The evil idiot gods who caused this entire nightmare in the first place are possibly going to murder him over it and I am not going to have him spend the interim fleeing from small children and looking only marginally better than he did with a Dementor around."