It's hell. He's not working on shit. If he can't be his serial killer self here, then that's unfortunate, but it's too late now.

"Some blind catholic lawyer jackass who prances around in a dumb red suit with horns in his free time." Although he's got a hunch about this guy, the way he responded to feeling the crosshairs on his forehead doesn't seem like how his Daredevil might respond. Unless it's an act? It's hard to tell. Lester lets go of the guy's hand after a bit.

"Know him?" Logic is saying there's no way a guy like that would end up in hell, but Lester can't help the mild suspicion.