Lazar crouched down, lifting the archangel blade to slowly cut through the threads. One hand in Raphael's hair, he kept him still. His eyes were on the archangel's grotesque looking lips as he opened them up, speaking as he did so. "Naughty, naughty, naughty. And we know what happens to naughty boys around here, don't we?"

He patted the side of Raphael's face with the blade once the threads were all cut and then he let go of him, raising his eyebrows. "Are you going to play innocent? You're no cherub, despite the curls. I won't buy it."