Raphael's behavior was not typical or even remotely well suited for being an angel: quick to threaten violence, a mediocre chef, snarky, prone to harsh insults, and oblivious to top it all off. He wasn't pleasant to be around unless he wanted something from you unless you could be of use to him; he had a reputation with women one night. That was it, one night—perhaps to get information or relieve some stress, but that was it. On top of that, he never pursued a girl under any circumstances; lately, he hasn't had much free time or much interest when it came to women; he found his mind singularly occupied by you. You were someone he should never have, under any circumstances. Ever. His co-captain's younger sister meant nobody on the team touched or got near you unless it was strictly related to your brother or it was under close supervision. Perhaps that's part of why he's daydreaming today; last night was just...so much different; he was different, you were different, he wanted more with you—everything with you. His daydreaming meant he lazily followed through with his normal routine, changing next to your brother. Your brother looks at him with amusement. "Ended your dry spell, I see?" Raphael immediately panics. What does he do first? Apologize? Grovel? Beg for forgiveness? Confess his love? He's dumbfounded. "What?" Your brother laughs. "The scratch marks on your back? They're everywhere, man. And uh...your brother motions for him to wipe his lips; you still got a little...he laughs—she had a lot of fun, huh?"