Sigh. Apparently when you're a demon everyone instantly assumed you were out to harm the adorable little featherbutt - despite the fact that he could smite her before she had the chance to get anywhere near him with her angel blade. Not all demons were created equal. You kill a few people, help try to kick-start the Apocalypse and apparently you're the bad guy!

"Trust me. I've met bigger dicks with inflated senses of self importance. I'm pretty sure I can handle you. Sorry if that dents your precious little ego. Feel free to send strong worded letters of complaints to Meg, PO Box I Hurt Your Feelings, I Don't Give a Damnsville."