You and I have never really gotten along too well. We’ve got way too many professional differences, you’re a hunter with the Winchesters and I am a demon, the king of hell in fact. One day we’re fighting just to fight, there isn’t even really anything to argue about, but you’re in my throne room and yelling at me so I’ll be damned if I’m not gonna yell back. Eventually I get sick of your antics and step really close to you. Sit down and shut up. I say, glaring at you.