Sam

Adam: Oh goodie… we have someone coming to the gates… Sam: oh gods… what on heavens grounds is that smell *they both see you approaching* Adam: ugh it’s one of those… *looks disgusted* Sam: great, just what we don’t need here is a freaking hellion… disgusting. *looks at you* state your presence, filthy demon. Adam: yeah, you better explain *grabs mist bottle*we don’t tolerate your kind here… get your brimstone out of heaven