Azalea watched him come out, spot her and the other, and close his eyes. Her mind counted down as his did, and he opened his eyes. He counted down again. Twice this time. Opening his eyes, he appeared to be gazing at them. Yes, they were seen now. Well, it's his fault, in a way. But the major fault, Azalea kept thinking, fell on that idiot of a dark side. Without him, convincing Peter to better himself as a human being amongst his society would've been a breeze...<em>Maybe</em>.<br/><br/>The angel came to a stand, smoothing the wrinkles out of her pencil skirt and putting on a very professional smile, broad and brilliant. She was a combination of what her past life's image was, mixed and enhanced by the angel's approach of being 'beautiful', 'flawless', and 'heavenly' in appearance. Azalea readied in her mind the eminent answer to Peter's question of could he help them.<br/><br/>She clapped her hands together quietly and nodded her head.<br/><br/>"Yes you can Peter." She stepped forward, completely ignoring the third presence in the room. "I am your Angel, here to guide you into the path of righteous behavior, to help you better yourself amongst your society. You've got great potential, and I am here to help you. And in return, you can most definitely help me; and that would be by putting forth the effort to change your life in simple little ways to make the world a better place." Her smile broadened again and she blinked, smooth hues keeping perfect contact with his.<br/><br/><em>And now time for that bitter imbecile's side of the argument, unless he's going to make it easy on me... But I doubt it.</em>