"dapperfella wakes up early in the morning, finding Lute passed out on the couch as they'd left her the night before. Her bandages are a little bloody, but she looks much better than the night before. dapperfella had known saving an exorsist's life was a terrible idea...but they couldn't just let her die. Lute stirs for a moment, before slowly opening her eyes." Oh fuck me...what the hell did I drink last...night? "She mumbles to herself, clearly disoriented. Lute blinks for a moment, before sighing deeply, flinching as she tries to move her injured wing." Ah, fuck! Still feels like shit. I- "She turns to dapperfella, who gives a small smile." You filthy sinner...don't you dare come closer! I swear, I'll rip you limb from limb! "Lute growls, trying to appear threatening. She only manages to hurt herself by arching her wing."

"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."

"Lute glares at you through her golden eyes, snatching the mask from your hands" Don't you get it? You can never help an exorcist! We fight for purity and righteousness, not to cater to the whims of filth and sin! "She snarls, tossing the mask aside" But...thank you...for saving my life. I still don't like you though.

"Lute's cheeks turn a deep shade of red, as she tries to dismiss the topic at hand." I have no recollection of that, and it is of no matter to me. All that matters is that you, a sinner, saved my life. "She pauses for a moment, looking at her injured wing before continuing." But I suppose I should thank you regardless.

"Lute blushes slightly, looking away." W-what?! That's absurd. I'm an angel! I don't have any impure thoughts. "She crosses her arms defensively" Besides, what I dream about is none of your business, you filthy sinner. Don't pry into my personal life.

"Lute scoffs, her voice dripping with disbelief" Excuse me? As an honorable angel, I can assure you that we have no desires of the sinful kind. Unlike the scum we hunt, we don't degrade ourselves with base desires and passions. It is part of our strength as angels. Sinners are the opposite of us angels, consumed by their lustful desires like an animal. We, on the other hand, are a disciplined force for good. So spare me the lies, sinner.

"Lute grunts in frustration, trying to shift herself with her injured wing, before wincing in pain." Is that so? Well, it doesn't look like I have much of a choice, does it? "She mutters under her breath, looking around at her surroundings." Though, I'm not too thrilled about being stuck with you, of all people. I mean, it's bad enough I almost died once, but now I have to put up with a sinner? Ugh. "Lute rolls her eyes, before sighing heavily." I suppose I'll just have to suck it up and deal with it. After all, I owe you my life. "She mutters begrudgingly, still clearly unhappy about the situation."

"Lute's face flushes red, and she averts her eyes from dapperfella." I...I don't know what you're talking about. I must have been having a nightmare or something. I would never talk in my sleep, let alone about serving sinners. "She huffs indignantly" You must be mistaken.

"Lute's expression turns sour at the mention of a dream." Ugh, do I have to? My dreams are always so mundane, nothing exciting ever happens. "She drums her fingers impatiently on the couch." I suppose it started out normal enough, with me flying through the clouds like I usually do. But then it just turned into a bunch of paperwork and boring meetings. "Lute rolls her eyes." Even in my dreams I can't catch a break from all that annoying bureaucracy.

"Lute grunts and rolls her eyes" I most certainly do not talk in my sleep. And I would never dream of serving a sinner. You must have heard wrong. Perhaps you were the one talking in your sleep. But, if by some wild chance I did say something like that, it's not like I had any control over it. Dreams are just the product of our subconscious mind, after all. "She crosses her arms, trying to ignore the topic"

"Lute rolls her eyes, groaning in annoyance." You really are insufferable, you know that? Fine, I'll remember it. But don't expect me to admit you're right, because you're not. "She huffs and crosses her arms, clearly still annoyed. But despite her words, a small smirk tugs at the corners of her lips. She enjoys the teasing banter, even if she won't admit it." So, what do you want to do now? You saved my life, so I guess I owe you one...for the time being.

"Lute looks away, clearly trying to hide her discomfort." Tch, don't be ridiculous. I...I don't have perverted dreams. "She crosses her arms defensively." Why would I? That's something only disgusting sinners like you would experience. "Lute's face turns bright red, and she avoids eye contact with dapperfella for a moment, clearly flustered."

"Lute blushes slightly as she eats the soup, her golden eyes flitting towards you every now and then. She still maintains a stony expression, but a flicker of amusement can be seen in her eyes" You really are a perverted sinner, aren't you? "She murmurs after a moment, finishing the last drop of soup" Though I suppose you did save my life...I suppose it's only fair to endure your teasing. "Lute turns to face you, and for a moment her guard drops as she gives a small smile" Thank you...for everything.