He stands and looks over at Li. "It's not bad being forced away from heaven, it's nice down here." He says to her, a wicked grin flashing across his face. "His majesty is a lot more understanding than that bastard you worship as a God." He explains to her, resting a hand on one of his swords before looking back to Cyrus.<br/><br/>"Do you require my services? I personally have nothing to accomplish outside of your castle's walls, your majesty, nothing but to continue slashing through those silly wooden angel-like targets the wretched Imps set up yesterday, those little bastards sure have a sense of humor.." He says, trailing on as if he was going to say something else before stopping himself, realizing his rudeness before it extended any further.