[ Raphael laughed. It sounds a touch mean, a touch more mocking, and the way he looked down upon their targets, he thought it would be true in multiple aspects. He watched the boy for a second longer, before he tipped his glass, and polished off the last of his wine. ]

Do not fret. I am quite practiced at favors. I will have something appropriate in store for you.

[ He bowed to her, then. It was a smooth motion, and then, with a smile, he said: ]

And for now, adieu.

[ He snapped his fingers, and vanished in a sweltering burst that overtook him, like hellfire rippling across his form. ]