Leon twitched violently, needing every ounce of his considerable willpower to keep from flying off the handle and attacking Belphegor. "Why am I so slow? Who exactly do you think has been delaying me, you wretched little moron?"

Turning on his heel and stalking out the door, Leon shot back over his shoulder, "Follow us if you want, but I'm not lifting one single finger to help you! Move it, Stahn!"