"Which may require you humoring them somewhat Samael. Still that's a critical skill you'll have to pick up on the road to wisdom, especially if you want to excel in graduate school"
Samael sneered but his emotions were closer to distrust then disdain. He had only spoken with Anton a few times, and even then only for brief time each. It seemed odd that Anton had already accurately pegged him as the type with little patience for fools, "With the concentration of fools there are in the world, I would not be surprised if everyone I asks believes in such non-sense as shifter. People are keen to believe lies and falsehoods. But I make no promises about tolerate the people I send to you. I don't suffer fools, period."
Samael sighed, "Useless useless useless" he looked over the various forms and what not. Nothing too out of the ordinary.