[Des bites the inside of his cheek. He's always mentally categorized her (back when she was just Her- a thing of nightmares that was playing games with him for countless centuries) as some sort of untouchable Boogeyman. Nothing scared him because he'd found true heartlessness (or so he convinced himself) and come out on the other end of it with a curse and a chip on his shoulder. If even Azrael thought this guy was bad news...]

So you're telling me the reason you looked so damn pleased as punch down there is because I just dicked him over without realizing it, right?