"Can I ever just relax when the King of Hell is keepin' my own damn immortal soul captive in Hell as a sounding board?" Bobby felt as if he was keeping thing remarkably calm, really. Given all that. He got to his feet as well, pulling his hat off that wasn't right anyway, simply dropping it on the ground as he looked at Aleister. "You are gonna keep me here for what? For eternity? Until one of my boys needs yanking on their chain?"

He moved forward and grabbed Aleister's wrist, pulling him closer and grabbing a hold of his waist with the other arm as he looked down at him. "What do you want?!"