(http://ruajuju.files.wordpress.com/2013/12/4bb2d540gw1dwpob3pqqhj.jpg?w=640)<br/><br/>After the short kiss, Salathiel felt both uncomfortable and humiliated. Looking away rapidly, he murmured faintly in response to Aderia's last remark, "I'm not..."<br/>Usually he would have come up with a better reply that that, being less talkative than his usual self, but he was still having trouble processing the circumstances. He stepped away, briefly lifting a hand to telekinetically raise the sword that had fallen behind him, up from the ground, and once more to its scabbard at his side.<br/><br/>"It's too late now, Maeve..." Salathiel replied, his voice oddly inflectionless. That tone belied the thoughts going on within his mind.<em>It seems that whatever respect I possessed for that mortal's bravery earlier is gone, now, or at least outweighed by her foolish thoughtlessness. First was summoning that demon as well as me, and second was ....was...</em>that.<em> I never expected a mortal to sully my purity by ordering me to kiss a demon... </em><br/><br/>Here the angel stood, it seemed, bound to the will of a heedless mortal, forced to obey her, alongside a demon. Bit by bit, Salathiel's original belief that this debacle would be nought but a brief affair, had been ground into the dust. With the increasingly unanticipated series of events, he had little clue what would happen next.