Sam, scratched the back of his head as he searched for the words to explain what he meant by "potential."<br/><br/>"Well, a persons should can be stronger than the next," Sam explained. "If a person can learn to use that strength, they can ultimately be more powerful in the afterlife, which is how angels and devils are ranked. It actually a rather complicated process, harder to explain than I had thought."<br/><br/>Ultimately, it seemed there was no use in his explanation, for Keith began to walk away from them yet again. Sam furrowed his eyebrows, growing very frustrated with the situation at hand.Â<br/><br/>"Huh, he's walking away again," Vince mentioned casually. Sam merely rolled his eyes at the most obvious statement. "Yeah, thanks," Sam responded, though he really wanted to say "Yeah, no shit." But he was better than that. He was an angel after all, and he would not let himself be dragged down to his level. "He's not getting off that easy, though."<br/><br/>Vince looked at Sam strangely for a moment. "What are you thinking?" he asked, but Sam merely began walking forward, not wanting to be around the devil any longer. "Go to hell, hot head." Vince merely chuckled at the comment before walking after Sam. "Like I hadn't heard that before?"<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Night quickly passed, though it hardly mattered in the end. When morning finally came around, the house was filled with the sweet aroma of delicious food. It was hard to tell what exactly it was with all the scents mixing together and all, but it hardly matter because the mix of all the aromas made the scent that much more delicious.Â<br/><br/>That wasn't the only thing different about the contents of the home, however. Hovering over Keith's face was Vince's, staring at the boy impatiently as he waited for him to wake up. He seemed to be rather different at the moment. For one things, his eyes that were once a shining scarlet were now a bright shade of blue, not to mention that his devilish horns and tail were now missing, as well. The most noticeable difference, though, was the man's lack of clothing. He was in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, designed with gray and black stripes. With a his clothing gone now, it was even more evident that the man was in perfect shape. With his bulging biceps, strong Â slightly hairy chest, and abs to tie them all together, he was the image of health.Â<br/><br/>Vince impatiently poked the boy in his cheek repeatedly, growing extremely impatient at this point. "Come ooooooon..." he groaned. "I'm bored!"