I mean, you can ask me for my help. If you want to get out of here.

[Obviously, Gilles is the best nephilim and the most worth speaking of!]

You didn't even say "Hello, Baron de Rais, how do you do?" Your manners are atrocious. Then again, you are English...

[He couldn't resist slipping that one in, but at William's remark about Hell, he straightens, and his hands settle on his hips.]

Oh, on the contrary! I'm on a mission from Hell.

[Gilles' shadow-feelings squirm, possibly with pleasure. Scheming cheers him up.]