When she started to act like they were together, he rolls his eyes at her.<span style="font-style: italic">This is so stupid.</span>he thinks. When the people took him to the back of the plane he was glaring at her the whole time. He hated when people fussed over him. When she burst out into laughing, he rolls his eyes. "Stupid mother-fuckers. I'm glad you took care of them, god...I hate guns! They're the most useless pointless things that humans have ever created while living on this god forsaken planet!" he snaps. He lifts up his shirt to get rid of the bullet that was lodged in his stomach. When he lifted up his shirt, it revealed his perfectly shapped abs and body. Not to the scars that he had as well. He had to dig the bullet out, for the wound had healed over it.  Once the bullet it was taken out, it healed instantly. Then he put his shirt down. "Great! A fuckin' hole in my favorite shirt," he mutters as he stands up. Just as he stood up, there was more screaming. One of the demons managed to regain consciousness.<span style="font-style: italic"> Great.</span>He thinks.<br/><br/>He then looks at Stella, "Now what?" he mutters. Then he stood there and began to think of a plan.<span style="font-style: italic"> C'mon think of something! Think!</span>He thinks as he goes back to his military training. Many situations and thoughts were going through his mind. Then he looks at her. "I think I have a plan to get rid of this idiotic demon," he says. "But it may involve you getting hurt," he says. "Or me again, which I would rather have," he adds.