He just gave her a negligent wave over his shoulder as he left, though before he did leave he snapped his fingers, summoning the long sword she had given him. He simply set the blade down on whatever was nearby, and kept walking. The only reason he wasn't smoking was because his magic didn't give him the ability to, otherwise he would have exploded into flames when she had said it would be a blessing to work without him.<br/><br/>Still, the walk back felt refreshing and heartening, though he quickly realized it was simply because he had told his boss that didn't appreciate him to go to hell and then quit on the spot. He paused at the entrance, before shrugging and heading home. He would deal with whatever happened tomorrow. Right now, spending time with his mates and daughter sounded like a plan.