"If hell froze over and God himself struck me down and told me to date you, I still wouldn't." I huffed, turning away from Seong. "Well, hell isn't frozen, and God's not making plans, but I don't need a holy power to tell me who to be with." I feel him creeping closer. His voice lowers to a whisper. "If that's what it takes, however, we can arrange for that to happen.