I don't like to fight, and I don't want to fight you. I only fight because I have to.

( Shealtiel's tone comes off as cranky, if anything, and he continues fidgeting with his hands. Fingernails digging, frown turning downwards a little harder. )

If that wasn't the case, I wouldn't be coming to dinner with you. But you're right, I'm part of the Department of the Enma. A ranking officer. There's no way they'd put a demon in our ranks.

( Mm, now he's just getting into his own deep thoughts, trying to find ways to justify himself as an angel... )