Ezekiel rubbed his wrist in disgust and replied with an almost cute smile. "I think i saw new york strip steak on your menu. Could i have that and a water, please?" he sat back down, glad that he hadnt had to use force himself. Drawing a knife in public wasnt the best thing to do in NYC. He watched as the man was kicked out, eyes filled with a cold look that screamed "good riddance"<br/><br/>The angel pulled out his phone and felt a sudden twinge. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He shifted his gaze back up and glared at Adri, tempted to flash his knife out. He didnt know the demon and yet just looking at him made him want to cry. What the fuck was wrong with him?! And what the fuck was the feeling in his stomach?