Mictain wasn’t exactly prepared to be hugged, but he decided to let the Doctor get away with it. Once again, though, he was reminded of manic Uriel, something he really didn’t want to think about. Thus, he bravely endured it – and War’s hand on his back -- then carefully pushed the Doctor away.

“Look, next time give some warning, okay?” he said, trying not to show his fangs any more than necessary. “I tend to react rather violently when people touch me unexpectedly. Also, surprise hugs remind me of an ex-friend of mine I’d rather not be reminded of that way.”

He’d have to do something about this. At the very least he should find out what Uriel thought of him. It wouldn’t do for him to freeze every time somebody did something that reminded him of Uriel. It’d be easier if he knew what to expect from the angel should he run into him.

“And Ruby,” he then said, “I promise you, if I do win, I’ll buy you any drink you’d ever want.” He smirked, fangs flashing. “Provided you’ll trust a demon to keep his word, of course.” He had no intention to betray his word, of course. Not only did he want to keep what few allies he had, but also it wouldn’t do to try to cheat a woman who could use about any weapon ever invented and enjoy it.