When Anael's hand caught him he let out a most undignified squawk and his cigarette fell to the ground, hissing to death in the puddle at their feet. But just as fast as it had happened, the angel let go and the demon was left scowling and rubbing his throat.

"You're in a mood," he said sullenly. "Really, my dear, I understand this is traumatic and all but it's not as if you're going to die. I'll see that it comes off. Somehow. I don't like the thought of not being able to be rid of you."