Raphael didn't bother hiding the over-exaggerated eye roll as Nathan continued blathering. Normally this might ââ might ââ be somewhat cute with Charlie or Mason, two slaves he claimed for their looks and feisty personalities yet always seeking him out. With the priest it was just fucking annoying and Raph wasn't in the mood. He gave an order, he expected it followed especially since that was how the spell worked. No matter, he was fine with some stress relief anyway.
The ghoul might have currently been human but that didn't mean he was weak or helpless. He'd been a warrior in the Roman Republic and his entire life after sacrificing his humanity for eternal beauty and power. He back-handed Nathan hard across the face with every ounce of strength behind it, sure it'd knock the holy man to the ground. Raph pulled his pants and underwear back up again, no longer interested in fucking this holy virgin. "I believe I told you to shut the fuck up. Can't even listen to that, can you?"
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If Nathan hadn't been on his knees, he would have been able to catch himself, but he was already off balance, and so he ended up on his back, rubbing where he was hit, he chuckled. "Wow, my dad hit harder than that."
Pulling himself up, he nodded his head, amused at how angry the master got. "Clearly you're not very good at fine print stuff. You did tell me to shut the fuck up, and I did. But you also said that you wanted me to do something more important with my mouth. What's a more important use of my mouth than preaching the good word? You're going to have to be more specific if you want to force me to do something in particular. I would have thought someone in your position would have figured that out. Because when things are left vague, open to interpation, well orders and their exact meaning can get well, a bit hazy, yeah?"















