Date: 2019-08-15 12:52 am (UTC)
salutosinedelectat: Shock, surprised, scared, nervous (Gay worry)
The wind blasts his coat back and he holds out an arm to shield himself, only a step taken back. He stares at Hastur, feeling the revolting aura of the Duke - and he can't see Crowley, though he's sure he head him.

"You--" He starts, he falters, he fails. He can't threaten a Duke, what good will that do? He's seen how this one hungers for Crowley's destruction, and he had believed that his little play would've been the last time he actually saw him.

"--you do not belong here!" What? Oh, Lord. His voice doesn't come out particularly steady, but maybe he can drag the Duke away from Crowley for long enough for the demon to think of something, gather himself, anything.
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