"No, Mine. I don't belong to you anymore. Now I need to go find clothing, and then lodgings. Father should be able to provide me with a bed, and enough indifference to go about my killings, if not helpful advice and the occasional libation."
Uriel began to pry himself free of his mother's grasp, walking in his birthday suit across the room to wrap himself in a blanket before proceeding out into the world, all the while whistling 'Happy Birthday to You' to himself.
[Away, until the profile can be completed]
