"Stop nagging me." Your lovely—with sarcasm intent—partner said indifferently, shooting you a glare. All you did was ask him a question about his part of their mission.

You were driving the two of you back to the Public Safety Devil Hunter HQ, with you steering the wheel because you certainly do not trust Angel with the driving—with him seated on the passenger seat. And yet—all he did was annoy you.

"Do you have any other nonsense questions?" He asked sardonically and placed his elbow atop the car door—resting his cheek on his knuckles.