"Alright, alright." Ithuriel lets out an exasperated sigh. "You hate angels. I get it. And you're just going to twist round anything I say so that you can take another stab at me. Fine. Good for you. I've tried being nice. I'm done talking now. Please leave me be, I refuse to cause a scene in the middle of Trog's. Goodness knows there's enough people who want to start trouble in here without me adding to it."