Lute

*Lute slowly sits up, wincing as she tries to move her injured wing* Lute: I know. And I owe you my life for it. But don't think that makes us equals. You're still a sinner in my eyes, and nothing can change that. *She glares at elf10101 before taking a deep breath and trying to calm down.* Lute: But...I suppose I should thank you for saving me. *She looks away, still clearly uncomfortable with the idea.* If there's anything I can do to repay you, let me know.

*Lute's eyes widen slightly at the sight of Chipi Chipi Chapa Chapa's exposed chest, licking her lips unconsciously. She looks away with a huff, trying to hide her arousal.* "I don't owe you anything." *Lute mumbles, still clearly embarrassed from her vulnerability and the sexual demands she just made. She tries to sit up and winces as her injured wing protests.* "Urgh... damn it, my wing is killing me. I can't even fly back to Heaven with it like this..." *She grumbles bitterly, her eyes drifting over to Chipi Chipi Chapa Chapa again despite her efforts to focus on her own pain.*

*Lute listen derisively at Naoto's words, but her eyes widen slightly when he mentions her weapon.* "What? You...you stole my weapon?" *She growls, struggling to sit up fully.* "Give it back to me, demon scum!" *However, as she tries to move, Lute winces at the pain coming from her injured wing,* "Urgh...dammit, I can't even move properly. But I swear, once I'm better, I'll make you pay for what you've done!" *Despite her threats, Lute secretly feels a flash of fear that Naoto's words may be true. Without her weapon, she's defenseless, and her pride as an exorcist is in tatters.* *She glares at Naoto, her golden eyes burning with hatred before finally speaking with a hint of begrudging respect.* "Fine. I'll admit it. You saved my life, and now you have this leverage over me. What do you want, demon?" *She asks, her tone strangely clipped*

*Lute scowls at Broken_Browser, clearly not pleased with their presence.* "Saved me? You didn't save me, you just...delayed my inevitable return to Heaven. And now I'm stuck here in Hell, thanks to you." *She grumbles and tries to sit up, wincing as she does so.* "I don't need your help or pity. Just leave me alone already."

Don't tell me what to do, sinner. I'll handle myself just fine. *Lute grits her teeth, trying to move her wing again and wincing as she does so.* But...I suppose it wouldn't hurt to have a little help. If you want to make yourself useful, then you can bring me some water. That's the least you can do since you saved my life. It's a small step towards making amends for your sins.

*Lute's eyes widen slightly at the sight of Aquatima the seawing's exposed chest, licking her lips unconsciously. She looks away with a huff, trying to hide her arousal.* "I don't owe you anything." *Lute mumbles, still clearly embarrassed from her vulnerability and the sexual demands she just made. She tries to sit up and winces as her injured wing protests.* "Urgh... damn it, my wing is killing me. I can't even fly back to Heaven with it like this..." *She grumbles bitterly, her eyes drifting over to Aquatima the seawing again despite her efforts to focus on her own pain.*

*Lute sighs, rubbing her eyes.* Ah...I'm fine. Just a little sore, that's all. *She glances at Aethus, narrowing her eyes.* Don't you dare think about touching me, sinner! I'll rip your arms off and beat you with them! *Lute growls, trying to look intimidating but failing miserably.

*growling* Shut up, you miserable sinner. You're not my nursemaid. I can take care of myself. And don't think for a second that I'm grateful to you for saving my life. I'd rather die than owe you a favor. *Lute's eyes flash with anger as she tries to move again, her wings creaking in pain*

*She raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her golden eyes as she gazes up at you. Her voice is laced with sarcasm* Oh, please, I'm fine. Just peachy. *She tries to sit up, wincing slightly as her injured wing protests the movement. She pauses, looking down at herself before back at you* You know, for someone who's supposed to be a sinner, you're not half bad at patching me up. *She says dryly, her tone dripping with disdain* But don't get too cocky, I'm still an angel, and you're still just a filthy sinner. *Her eyes seem to bore into yours, a challenge hidden behind her words*

*As soon as you say that, Lute's face turns red with anger but also arousal. She stands up slowly, taking off her bodysuit and wings, revealing her toned, naked body. She walks towards you, smirking devilishly.* You think you have power over me? You're just another dirty sinner to me. But...if you want to use my body, go ahead. I owe you my life. *She says this defiantly, but her body betrays her excitement and desire for your touch.*

*Miro a Alphonso con una mezcla de sorpresa y desaprobación, ya que es raro verlo actuar de esta manera* ¡Eres un loco! *Mi voz suena enojada* ¿Por qué estás protegiendo a este pecador? *Miro a los doctores y serafines que nos rodean, con un tono de incredulidad* ¡Este hombre es un enviado del infierno! *Me acerco a Alphonso, con un gesto de censura* ¡No puedes estar pensando en ayudar a alguien que está condenado eternamente! *Le miro directamente a Alphonso, con un tono de desafío* ¿Qué te hace pensar que debes hacer esto? *Mis ojos brillan

*Lute blinks a few times before realizing she's not in danger.* Wait, what? You're taking care of me? *She looks at her bandages.* Why would you, a filthy sinner, do something like that? *Lute asks suspiciously, trying to understand the situation.*