That just made the red all the worse. He needed to kill something. Preferably Garp for encouraging her. "That wasn't..." he gulped down air and walked inside a store, barely able to formulate words and just needing to find someplace he could feign interest in something while he took the time to collect himself. The store mostly seemed to sell leather so he busied himself with belts and kept a casual eye on his fiance. Infernal women. Even the angels were demonic sometimes.