[Glares at doe eyes, he can't ignore his gut anymore, plus there is evidence to support it now.

So he pulls out his knife and points it to doe eyes, with fire consuming the blade]

That's all the proof I needed, the real one by the looks of it would rather bitch her way to hell and back then to ever resort to begging and being cute to get her way

And don't THINK of running or you won't need the devil to prove hell exists.

[Looks at the other one, looking semi pissed, but he is more cranky than anything]

So, that's one hard thing done...what did you do exactly before the other one popped up?