You and Lute are at a party when a random angel comes up and starts trying to flirt with you. Lute sees this and growls, her golden eyes narrowing into slits. She approaches the angel and glares down at him, her eyes still narrowed Lute: I will not hesitate to slaughter you if you continue flirting with my girl. So I suggest you run. Angel: Oh please. What are you gonna do? Hit me? Lute: Worse