Fury, was the first word to come to mind. Along with rage, anger and a touch of mania. These were generally foreign emotions to someone like Takeda, but in the current moment they were in great abundance to his dismay. He wasn't happy, and it read very clearly in the vibrating aura surrounding the discontent air spirit as he crouched motionless against the far corner of the ceiling staring at the tall figure from his upside-down perch. Several fleeting thoughts on how to grotesquely maim and/or kill said being flickered in and out of his consciousness as the dumb angel prattled on about some nonsense he cared very little for. It was precisely why he kept his nose out of other people's problems, it always lead to some ill-conceived haphazard headaches that he certainly could do without. He wasn't put on this earth for this shit, at least as far as he was concerned.<br/><br/>If it was one thing he couldn't stand, it was being told what to do. He detested it almost to the point of physical aversion. Despite this, he could not refuse the command the man bade him. Collecting this 'Dexter' from wherever he was being held captive. He could feel the burning in his ears at the other's words, 'negotiate your reward'. He scoffed openly with disgust, as if that wasn't the most blatant lie. He might be an angel, but that didn't instill fear in him as it might other spirits. For him, he cared about one thing which involved retrieving his missing belonging and potentially harming said angel along the way for stealing said possession. At least in the moment it was a pleasing consideration.<br/><br/>"Anyone ever tell you you talk too much? Because you do, someone should take care of that for you." Takeda's voice was surprisingly level, even sarcastic on the end note of his threat. His eyes were wide and bright, practically glowing in the darkness with madness as they remained glued to the beat-up angel. He understood that time was apparently of the essence, but his rebellious nature refused to budge regardless of the urgency. He would do as he was told, but he would do it begrudgingly against his will and at his own pace. He lingered there for a while longer, until gradually his figure became faint like a shadow before disappearing entirely from the room.<br/><br/>It felt much like blinking to him, disappearing from one place and reappearing another. It was a gift of being born of the wind, though he certainly didn't consider the place Seth had sent him to be a place worth visiting. Decrepit. rundown and underground; the sort of place he generally found unpleasant and rarely visited also in part to feeling partly claustrophobic. He watched the incapacitated victim stir on the ground from his spot on the ceiling. In a moment, he faded in and out again to reappear a short distance from the wounded man as he began to come to fully. He couldn't tell what was so important about the man that the angel was willing to sacrifice three others over him, but he also didn't care whatsoever.<br/><br/>"You're Dexter?" He asked in a lazy tone of disinterest. If this brought him one step closer to regaining his precious possession, so be it. But he would most definitely loathe every moment of it. "I'm supposed to help you or whatever. Let's go."<br/><br/>Again, he disappeared and reappeared in front of the disoriented human with his hand outstretched in order to help him up. "Hurry up, I don't have all night." Gesturing 'come on' with his fingers impatiently, Takeda's eyes flitted vaguely around the room for the potential threat that had most likely expunged Seth, forcing his hand into this unwanted business.