Flauros plopped himself down on one of the couches, and positioned his body so it was facing Sal. Hands clasped over the back of his head he smiled, and begin to think. "Hmmm, have any dirt on Blythe, Alessa, Raziel, and hmmm Kain? How morally uptight are those little sons and daughters of the bastard God?"
At the mention of God, Flauros moved his head to the side, and hissed. "Sorry, that happens sometimes."