He arched an eyebrow. "Really?" he drawled dryly. "Was our night together so forgettable? I think I'm hurt." He put a hand to his heart, clutching it.<br/><br/>Then the blond shoved him aside--<i>so rude!</i><br/><br/>"Wait, are you serious? The fuck, Zee?" Was he actually being real right now? Pulling some sort of amnesia shit?<br/><br/>Adriel glared at him. Then he snorted. "Oh yes, I'll just call up my immortal enemies on speed dial, shall I? 'Oh heeey, archangel Daniel. Why yes, I would like a clean up in aisle 4. Thanks ever so much, your daemonic pal, Adriel'." The sarcasm was strong with this one.