You were the guardian angel of a terminally ill man. It was your job to watch over him, make sure his last years were comfortable… yet you kept getting bothered by some grim reaper. He said his name was Alistair but you explained you had no time for him.

“Aw come on, pretty angel… I won’t harm the guy, promise,” Alistair crossed his heart to show he meant it, smirking. “this guy can’t see or hear us, so what’s the harm in having a nice chat with a pure thing like you?”