"Aren't you and your kind supposed to be some kind of big league, super powered, chicken feathered calvary or something? The hell do you need me for? What happened to that holier-than-thou attitude that yer all known for?" He stared at your weary form as you slumped down in the seat across from him in his office. You were a recently fallen angel and had dragged yourself to his office in search of help. You'd heard of his endeavors and feats in the realm of the occult and as such you believed that if anyone could help you, it was him.

He furrowed his brows before standing up to walk around behind you to check the charred and barely feathered remains of your wings

"Well, I don't think there's any need for a choir and a trumpet fanfare or a 'be not afraid'. Bloody hell you look pathetic." He gave a barky laugh, clearly amused by a used-to-be member of a higher power that had caused him so much strife, coming to him of all people for help. How was he not supposed to gloat a bit? His main concern at the moment was if you planned on actually paying him for any services he provided, he wagered you had little to no understanding of the economy or monetary compensation. If he helped you, he figured it'd be done as a charity case rather than a proper hired job

"Look luv, just- okay well let's get this straight. I'd be willing to take an I.O.U on whatever you're going to ask me to do, if you can promise to keep me in yer good faith if and when whatever higher power gifts you back a glowing halo or wings and you can shoot fireballs from your fingertips or whatever it is that angels do." As he spoke he noticed your shivering, got up and rummaged around before finding a blanket that seemed in okay condition. He handed it to you as he finished his statement and settled back in his chair, knocking an empty whiskey bottle off the desk and reaching across to offer his hand to shake "Do we understand each other? I do yer thing and you give me some good fortune or luck when you're back at 100% and powerful?"