Raphael felt himself go red as he realized what - most likely - had drawn his angelic compatriot to his room. He coughed nervously and crumpled the sheets beneath his hands.

"I... um... well, that is.... I, uh... I guess I got a little bit upset. Slightly out of control." He coughed again. "There were some unfortunate things said, and I... well.... I do hope, I mean...

The demon didn't get discorporated, did he?" He asked in a small voice. He was extremely angry but at the same time knew the gravity of discorporation - and knew that if he had, Adam probably wouldn't be happy. "I mean, I did try to fix things..."