"I'm trying to be nice." Raphael lifted a brow at him. He could only imagine what eighty five years in a cramp, territorial pentagram could be like.

The angel chewed his treat thoughtfully as he thought about the whole predicament. To be honest this was the first in many thousands of years he ever thought of the damned except how to get rid of them.

"A hypothetical question, our deal is still good. If you couldn't reincarnate, couldn't go back to earth, would you stay in Hell? Would anyone down there?"