"Did I not exaggerate enough that there is probably a 10% chance of me surviving. The safest place might be making sure you don't screw up and break up a branch of the organization. Enough time for me to enjoy life a little more before they come for my head." He shoves the bottle of alcohol into Azazel's chest and heads for the steering wheel to navigate the ship.
"Princey should be lucky he has a woman like you. That man never really had much joy in his life."
"You are quite talkative tonight, kitten." He grabbed her wrist and held them above her head as he lowered himself to kiss her on the lips. "I don't think you are quite ready for a baby yet, hun. But we can keep practicing."