Samael clicked his tongue. He was already late for class, he was pissed, and feeling particularly mulish. He certainly was to cowtoe to the desires of a bloody immature child, so pathetically fascinated with something so dull as the female form. "You want me to stay so you can sexually harass that girl? I'm sorry... that was blunt of me... hit on her. You think I care even the slightest bit towards fascilitating your attempts at sexual or romantic escapades? I don't. But here... you talk her into leaving and I'll watch the bloody girl. If you can't manage that, then obviously she doesn't want your bloody idiotic face around and you can go home knowing that you weren't going to make any progress with her anyway. All you'll be down is the silver medal of hitting on the unconscious girl! Oh god this is disgusting... Forget what I said... I can't even bloody condone this idiotic behavior! It is foul flesh peddling and I will have no part of it even to get rid of your moronic face. So get just cut your losses and leave you narcissistic, malodorous pervert!" Samael gripped his forehead... "The more I argue with you the more I bloody forget the point of this entire affair is to help the bloody unconscious girl. Do you even remember that? All your doing is chasing a bloody skirt that doesn't want to be chased and ignoring the bloody injured person! Just leave this world has no need for fools like you"