"Oh, really?" Raphael asked, sniffed yet still taunting. "You think you can oppose Michael? I should dearly like to see that. You're not so much, not now when it's a warrior you're threatening and not a small defenseless healer.

So unless you want to lose a few limbs or would like to be discorporated - why don't you bugger off? There's a good demon," Raphael sneered back at him, throwing the condescending words he'd so hated back in the demon's face and deriving satisfaction from the fact that Michael was beside him to back his words up.

"We aren't leaving. And if you don't act a little more respectful and give Michael the politeness he is due, I'll bless every drop of water that comes from that hose you're holding."