Corvenus heaved a defeated sigh as the angel refused to sit at the open seat. So, Hostile it was almost comical to him. "My name is none of your concern, in truth, mister im going to attempt to ruffle your feathers and accuse you of being suicidal and or stupid. It's Layla, though,"  He let out a small huff of laughter ...the angel was still unable to take a joke. Oh dear...humor was forgotten to the angels these days?Now at least he noticed her sword was pointed down. This was good. Others in the bar would no longer wish to cause a fight.<br/><br/>"oh yes, and I do not do what everyone tells me, only my superiors. Also, did you miss when i said 'I was sent here in the war'. I believe war does entail violence yes. I was not told to pay heed to treaties or any such thing, simply to follow my orders." They must be desperate if the treaties weren't even spoken of to the recruits. He was almost in disbelief...he had always respected treaties...guess these days people just want blood. The words almost had him fired up, but as he looked at the old man shaking his head....well reacting would be reason for losing his job.<br/><br/>"and Corvenos, traitor to Heaven, my orders are to extinguish the very race you fell for." The sweet and almost sarcastic smile on her face had him wanting to hurt her but there was no need to do such costly things. Instead , he made a info broker human a nice drink before turning around to actually speak.<br/><br/>"If it must be said, I fell for one. Not the entire race. Completely different than if I had driven completely left course. I do not understand why I keep getting told I fell for the entire race. Oh yea.." It dawned on him that her superior probably hated him. " Your superiors hate me ...that makes sense." He heaved a sign turning around to finish making another set of drinks before walking over to a bulletin board , ripping off a peace of paper that was set in front of Layla.<br/><br/>" If I fell in love with the race I am fairly sure I would not be working for a Bar that is meant for hunters, fallen angels, and demons who hate what they are. Not everyone had a choice to become a demon , Mrs. Layla. " His agitation was actually causing others in the bar to place bets for or against him on losing his job. Typically the old man would fire him for a day then re-hire him the next so it wasn't technically a bad thing." This is a job, It is to hunt down a murderous demon. If we were not in some way contributing to your side , your superiors would have shut the place down, and as I said the demoness I feel in love with was murdered. So , I suggest you use this place as a nice ....relaxing place to set targets and do your business. If you wish I can attend a hunt with you?"