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Azazel turned back to Irina and listened, then giggled a little. "Well you see, 'paralyze' is a soft way of putting it, what I'm intending to happen is hooks fly out of the ground and bound the enemy on the dirt, giving me an easier way to the heart, throat, or other major organ/artery." He said, hoping this would clear up some confusion.
The chef listened to her explanation then laughed softly. "I know what a hug IS, I just never had one." He said, when she mentioned parents he looked forward. "Parents?" Since he was Azazels brother he was born under the same parents, but he has no memory of them. "I, don't remember them." He said timidly a little.

"Make a new song?" Azazel thought about this for a moment. "Most of my solos are derived from other metal songs, if you could present a song with the fear of being bound by chains of hell then please, show me." He said politely and with a smile, not trying to be rude.
The Chef looked at her again, not knowing if he should smile or not. "Thank you?" He said timidly again, he looked around then back at Irina. "Did you sample any of the food in here? What do you think?" He asked her, trying to keep the conversation going.

When Irina mentioned that song he nearly yelled but he didn't. "No, not that song, not that woman, nothing by her, no!" He said before covering his ears. "That is so not metal!" He said while she was getting up to get food, he joined her and sat up to get some food.
The Chef sat in his chair, a happy look on his face, he was glad they got off the parent subject.

Azazel got a little annoyed and tried to block out her thoughts playfully, trying to cheer himself up and not seem annoyed at the same time. He noticed Jeniffers confusion and smiled at her. "Nothing important." He looked back over at Irina. "Wouldn't you like to get some food dear?" He said politely, still trying to block out that forsaken music.

Azazel ignored her thoughts by trying to block them out with some thoughts of his own, just random thoughts like, banana, or tube socks. When he saw she was at the food table he walked over to her, thinking about the cake. "Maybe we should, shouldn't we?" 'How would we do that?' He asked her in his mind, still confused about the wedding.

Azazel listened to her explain the cake cutting and he smiled and nodded a little. 'Alright then, shall we?' He asked grabbed her hand with the knife in it. "I know I want some." He said jokingly, he'd let her lead in the cutting of the cake. 'Let's not keep mine and everyone elses stomachs waiting.' He thought to her with a slight chuckle.

Azazel kept his hand on hers throughout the process, when she gave him his piece he took a chunk out of it for her as well, seeing in her mind it was a tradition. He lifted the fork to her mouth and opened his. 'Ahh.' He thought to her playfully, while waiting for her to open her mouth as well.

Azazel laughed in his mind at her thought comment, he bit the piece of cake and slowly chewed it, giving a happy smile at its yumminess. He smiled as Irina thought of her two favorite people in the Temple, he then watched all of his minions enjoying the cake, he smiled at all of them then turned back to his seat to enjoy the rest of the cake. He sat down and looked over to the Chef, enjoying the rest of his cake.
The Chef watched with a happy look in his glowing red eyes. When Irina got back with a slice for him he looked at it. He had on a tux of course but he mouth area was still covered by a collar. He sliced into it with a fork then lifted it over the collar and put the fork in his mouth without disturbing the collar. He chewed it then swallowed, he appreciated his own cooking but because he cooked for himself he didn't really show any expression that it was good. He looked up at Irina and smiled at her. "Thank you for thinking of me." He said to her happily.