He'd snagged a magazine by this point, thumbing through it, intently looking for the article advertised on the front. Some trashy bit of gossip about a celebrity, it'd seem. Raphael had been given the demons back, right up until the angel suggested it was time to go back.

Both ears swiveled sharply around, before Alastor himself would jerk his head to follow, watching Raphael just out of the corner of one brilliant, scarlet eye.

"Now I had thought we were staying here till sunup. Seemed to be what we settled on before." That warning tone was back, the demon holding on to the magazine just barely tight enough to allow a claw tip or two to begin to pierce the papers.

"We still have a couple hours."