"I do but I usually get things nice and fast when I put my mind to do so - is it really a flaw?" Aleister asked with a playful grin, he didn't think it was such a big deal. If he could command the world to work how he wanted then his flaws didn't really exist. After all, he was king and this was his kingdom. "So a bone-headed torturer has been sucking grace from an archangel for seven years? Well. That's just no fun, is it?"

And now he had Sam. How on Earth did one even begin to fight a demon hopped up on angel juice. "I'm surprised your brother is alive. Wouldn't you have to replenish often?"