You decided to come with Raphael to an elegant ball hosted in the hells. He had chosen to stay in his human disguise, his hair slicked back neatly as it always was. He wore a beige jacket with a brown undershirt, along with a pair of glasses.

Raphael stood beside you, his usual scowl on his face as he nursed some wine in his hand. He'd glance over at you every now and then as you stated.

"Do you have a staring problem?"

He grumbled, rolled his eyes. He started to take a sip but he almost spat it out when you made a little comment. "You look like DILF".

He stared at you, flabbergasted.

"Ex-fucking-cuse me?"

Raphael asked loudly.