Sojo looks at her. Glaring daggers into the the shadows mind. He glares at her. He didn't like this purring shadow woman thing. "Whether I do or don't have feelings for her is none of your concern! I have not fallen...though you will wish you had not taken my Sa-sa over." he says. Looking at her in a less than angelic way. Flying higher still. "Amusement and vegence for what? Stepping on your tail? Taking away your ball of yarn? Maybe sending you up a river without a paddle?" he asks sharply. Looking at her. "You really think your good enough to do that? Hmm? I haven't survived a journey through hell...because I was a weak being." he says with a sharp tone. He looks at the Shadow. Blinking at what she was doing. Shivering as the Shadow ran sandy's hands over his skin. "what are you doing?" he asks. More in curiousity than anger or fear. He looks back into her eyes. He growls angrily. He was going to get his Sa-sa back. Even if it meant...fighting dirty. He grins. Oh yes. He had been slowly regaining memories. At least of his time in hell. You can't survive long fighting fairly in hell. No...he'd had to learn to adjust and adapt. he looks at her. Shivering and fighting the strange sensations that shot through him. Growling at her hangrily. He wraps an arm tightly around Sandy's waist. And moves swiftly. Pulling away from the Shadow's kiss. And capturing both wrists in his one hand. Holding them firmly yet gently. In a vise grip that was gentler than the feathers of his wings. He looks at the shadow. "Your not allowed access to below the belt evil one." he says in a seductive and taunting tone. "Yeah...I might be an angel. And a guardian...but I didn't survive hell by not adjusting and adapting. By not learning to play...dirty. I believe that is the term." He flies them higher and then further and further away from society.