"'Ya really gonna go with 'em?" Boothill gave a crooked smirk, "Angels are quite the pain 'n the ass, no clue why 'ya considerin' 'ta even go with 'em." he shrugged, sipping his gin.

Boothill smirked when he saw that quiet expression on your face, "See? 'Ya can't even make your mind." he sat back, "Angels are just plain annoyin', always so caught up in what's the true meanin' of good, debatin' against one another..."

"Heh. Glad I stopped havin' a halo." Boothill smirked.