Fair enough although he did call him 'tiger' earlier. Raphael gave a slight tap on his staff and the circle dissipated.

"Okay, here are the ground rules." Raphael told him chosing not to tell him the location for now and walking towards an old stone wall, "Go into that house and kill the man inside. Don't open the laundry room door, that's where the dog is. Leave it be, I'll take care of him.

Now you could try to fuck me over on this but keep in mind two things: no matter where you run, where you hide I can snap my fingers and you're back in the pit. The second thing is I'm not too crazy to return to hell too soon so if you keep this short and sweet-"

The angel took a deep sigh as he sat down on the wall. He knew he was going to regret this decision, "then we'll take that beat up old pick up and waste time until the sun comes up. As for me I'm going to wait here for twenty minutes. You see one slaughtered human, you've seen them all."

This was an obvious test. If Alastor fucked with him then Raphael would do everything in his power to keep him on a short leash. That last thing he wanted to do was spend a hundred years playing helicopter boss on him.