All the beauty of the bar was lost on Nate. He only had eyes for the two demons he knew had messed with his human. Of course he already gave Oliver a piece of his mind for being so reckless, and now he had to give a piece of his mind-and his sword- to these two assholes. He knew he was being messed with as soon as they started talking, and for a moment his growing anger showed on his face... before it just went blank. Stone cold. Even the fire in his eyes went out. An angel showing no emotion was probably worse than an angel that wore their heart on their sleeve. They were such open creatures that seeing one go closed off and blank-faced would scare the shit out of any being with any sort of sense.<br/><br/>As soon as Nate’s blade was smacked out of the way, he vaulted over the bar as he pulled a knife out of the sheath on his thigh, pushing it against the throat of the demon he was closest to, and then flicked his blade up to the throat of the other, lightly digging the point into his skin. “You guys want to try that again?” He asked, voice just as cold and emotionless as his face was. He had gone from being explosively angry, to being that kind of angry that would kill without even blinking.