Oof! Rick narrowed his eyes as he stumbled back, clutching at his stomach for a moment. When she talked, there was a flicker in his eyes, his face going slack for a moment as Rick-- the old Rick -- came to the surface, the look on his face of horror at what he had just done, before it smoothly slipped back to his usual calm demeanor.
"The cliches are cliches for a reason," He smirked. "I doubt you really want any demon blood in the kid though, no matter how much you despise it."
He shrugged, watching her struggle like a fish on the hook. "But since you're all ready for a fight, I'll just have to do something that'll take the fight out of you," Azazel grinned, going to his bag and putting all of his tools back in there. "I do have a schedule to keep. You know, killing people, making deals, destroying a few souls along the way...its a busy job."
He zipped it up and then went back over to her. "Now now, time to say good night." He flashed his teeth in a grin as he leaned over and kissed her hard on the mouth, his face ready to punch her lights out.