Azriel placed his hand in Oraxael and gently shook the demon's hand. It was hard to ignore that comment, but he was doing a pretty good job at forgetting about it. He never lied the thought of being a "slave" to his job and often thought of it as more than a job. To Azriel, it was more of helping the humans and lending a helpful hand than some job or even a "slave" duty.<br/><br/>He sat down on the chair and simply nodded at this, "that's fine. I wasn't watching the clock. You know me by now." Azriel thanked the waiter and waited until Oraxael finished pouring his tea before he grabbed the tea pot and poured the tea into his cup. He set the tea pot back on the table and took a sip of his tea.<br/><br/>This wasn't a question he expected, he probably should have but he really didn't see it coming. Azriel's eyes narrowed and he avoided eye contact with Oraxael, staring down into his bitter tasting tea. "I'm not a slave. I don't have to be guarding them, I can take to another job. God wants me as a guardian angel and I was made for the job. I can take another job at any time though, but since I was made for this reason, I don't want to change it." With that said, he took another sip of his tea, the cup clanked as it hit the saucer.<br/><br/>"What about you? Do you ever get tired of damning souls?"