"Well... No, dude. I would've thought that was obvious. I dropped from Heaven like a newborn giraffe, fucked around until you got off your ass, had bitchfights with Malacoda and Alciel, and then got stabbed through the heart by the great hero who now seems to be your best frenemy."

He pulled a shred of meat from the grill and put it in his mouth, parting his lips a moment later to breathe out heavily, a last-ditch effort to avoid burning his tongue. After a time, he chewed and swallowed, seeming to lighten up a little after the delicious mouthful.

"But here's... Well, it's not really that much different, but it's kinda different with you, sometimes."