Fran halts, now clearly starting to become agitated with the angels annoying insistence. She scowls and sets her hands on her hips, "Oh bullshit, Becky! You were banging that arrogant demon for a thousand years or whatever! And you think he's going to stop chasing after you? He won't. I know that guy. He ALWAYS gets his way. You're going to come craaaaawling back to him sooner or later, I fucking know it. And if not him, then the ditzy doppleganger girl! You sure as fuck were quick to start sucking face with her, weren't you? How long was that after our 'date'? Ten minutes? Fifteen? So don't put on this 'I care about you' act. You don't. The moment you leave my side you're going to go rushing into someone else's arms." She waves dismissively, "And how am I 'so wonderful'? Do you know what I was going to do with that aphrodisiac?" She leans in close, "I was going to sell it to students for money. I am NOT wonderful. I'm an abomination and a 'mad scientist'. I spit in the eye of God just by being alive!"