Pablo outright said fuck off to Cupid and Nike too, probably?
The angel was talking too much and Pablo had no other phrases to say other than that.
Nike, however, had no idea why Pablo said that.
"Er... sir, I didn't even say anything worthy of such abuse." He said, trying to stay as respectful as possible while also saying he didn't deserve the abuse.
Pablo couldn't tell the slave that he was talking to an Angel whom only he could see so he just shook his head.
"Let it be. I tend to speak for no reason."
Nike smiled. "You don't say anything without a reason, sir."
"Leave some butter for the food tomorrow."
"I wasn't buttering you at all!"
"Forget it. You wanted to know what to say to Sera, right. Don't say anything to her. I will handle it. Now go."
"As you say."
Nike bowed and finally left the room.
Pablo placed the papers beside him and rested his head on the wall behind his bed.
He then held his Receiver, called a number and pressed it against his ear.
