"Wait a second!" Samael shouted catching the door before Anton manage to close it and putting his foot on the jam. "I'm sorry, but I think I heard you wrong..." his sarcasm and raw annoyed-fury filled his voice, "For a second there I thought you said you were stopping the interviews. See the thing is, NO! You have been sending me around like your bloody little gofer on a bunch of idiotic and above all POINTLESS tasks and now... you're saying your not going to do these people, before some idiotic thing that 'came up'." The food he had gotten had barely been eaten since no one other than the girl had had anything, the injured man had been taken care of before Samael god back, and the other teacher... well she was nothing a bloody map couldn't have solved. "Listen... I don't care if your wife is dead and your children on fire, I'll attend the funeral in your place and I'll call the fire department for you. But you bloody ought to finish these interviews."