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Monty sighed, looking at Kalore. "Sorry because I don't feel comfortable in saying anything more than that." He was. He didn't trust himself the most and hopefully there will be a time that he compliments Kalore the right way and make him see what the others, their group, sees.

Monty blinked at Kalore. "I'm being nice?" Since when was he being nice? This demon was never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, EVER nice. No. He wasn't just nice. The words went through his head again. He was being SO nice. He cleared his throat and looked at Kalore as if he was nuts. "I'm being nice?" He couldn't believe it. He was never....You get the idea but he wasn't.

Monty nodded slowly. "Oh. Would you rather I be harsh then?" He asked, still shock about being nice. Monty nice? The great demon Monty was being nice? If Gambler heard that he would never live it down! That woman would ruin his reputation! If she didn't have a mouth of course. Evil thoughts about getting rid of that mouth formed in his evil mind. Though this little voice in his head said that being nice wasn't that bad.

Gambler twitched in her sleep. Then calmed down. She yawned and shifted more comfortably against Rave and hugged him tighter to her, murmuring his name softly but in her mind she had this terrible feeling that someone she knew was talking bad about her.

Monty shook his head. "No. I'm never nice. So this is a first. I will, however, rip everyone's lips off from those who says something about it. And I don't know if I can be nice now. I'll be conscience of it." He said, shifting uncomfortable but that movement was an act.

Monty rolled his eyes and flicked Kalore on the nose and then on his pouty lip. "Don't pout. I might end up babysitting you if you do." He said and that light of humor was back in his eyes. "Besides, I wasn't refering to you. I was refering to my boss. She would never let me live anything down. Of course, there are ways to remedy that. Such as with a stample, a needle and thread, glue or simply ripping her them lips off. A disadvantage for Rave but a blessing for me." He said, walking over to sit down, a strand of hair resting over his shoulder, making him look like a warrior at rest.

Shrugging, Monty motioned for Kalore to sit with him. "Rave can and is welcomed too, but I will kill that seraph eventually when he isn't around. Plus, he would have a hell of time trying to kill me. See, angels and demons are not like the rest of the world." He said. Maybe he could teach Kalore about his kind. It would be a good advantage to have someone, a trusting person to have that knowledge. Woa....He was willing to trust Kalore with that? That was the kind of information that could get him killed...Literally.

Monty nodded. "It takes one of our own to do it. But on both sides, we have ranks. The highest can only kill the highest and as always the highest can kill lowest. It's never lower can kill highest. It's different for fallen Angels. I'm no exception of the rule because I'm the highest of them all, obvious but with fallen angels, their powers are slightly dimmed or gone, depending on your reason for falling from grace. Now, there are two sets of fallen angels. There are the ones who live here on earth and the ones in hell. The ones in hell are the most powerfulest, thus the hardest to kill. But what the fallen angels on earth don't know is that they are capable of tapping into the demon power at anytime. I'm only telling you this because I trust you." Yes, he was admitting that because Kalore deserved that much.