(http://ruajuju.files.wordpress.com/2013/12/4bb2d540gw1dwpob3pqqhj.jpg?w=640)<br/><br/><br/>Salathiel blinked, his attention suddenly whisked away from his thoughts, and once more to his surroundings. His face grew flushed once more, especially with Aderia's purposeful positioning, which remained visible at the corner of Salathiel's vision despite rapidly ensuing attempts to avert his gaze. After a few brief, futile attempts to come up with something to say, his mouth opening and closing ineffectually, he fled the scene, exiting the room with surprising speed. The door slammed shut behind the angel, and with that situation more or less averted, he sighed, faintly, from outside the now closed entrance to the bathroom.<br/><br/><em>This really is too much</em>, he thought to himself. Even if he was a highly skilled and obviously noteworthy angel who had been around since before humans existed, he wasn't supposed to deal with debacles of that sort. Nor could he. Not particularly gracefully, anyway. Turning his mind to the words Maeve said, he noted that she seemed honest in her desire to sort out the problems she had caused. She was, Salathiel decided, someone who was willing to do what she could to try and make things better for others.<em>Not too bad for a mortal, I suppose. Not that I care, or anything...</em>