"I did not come here to talk, Devon." Marcus said, as he lifted himself to his feet. "If I needed a chat buddy, I would know where to find one. Hand the woman over to me, and I will be out of here." He demanded simply.
"What woman?" Devon asked, feigning ignorance.
"Don't play with me Devon. I already told you, I am not here for banters." Marcus said, glaring at Devon.
"Nope, that's not what you said earlier. You said, 'I did not come here to talk...', that's what you said. How could you change your words so swiftly? And here I was, thinking that angels are incapable of telling lies." Devon taunted.
"Devon! I don't have time for this!" Marcus thundered impatiently.
"Okay! I get you! I get you!! Jeez Marcus, you need to learn how to chill sometimes. You don't have to be an angel all the time you know?" Devon cried, putting his hands up in surrender.
"The woman! Hang her over!' Marcus stamped out.
