[For a fleeting second he almost looks confused. Friends? What are those? He was raging so hard about the royal, he forgot all about the collateral imp damage along the way. With the shift of subject, he growls under his breath and slowly recedes out of Blitz's personal space. The feral hatred in his eyes shifts back to regular hatred and after a moment of staring Blitz down, he turns partly away and crosses his arms like he suddenly doesn't want all the eye contact.]

Your friends need to watch whose business they meddle in. They're lucky I didn't kill 'em when I first had the chance. [Then, with just the slightest smirk.] They put up a fun fight though, I'll give 'em that...

[Fun until they almost managed to impale him through the chest with his own glorified hat rack. Little fuckers.]

I consider that score settled. Next time they get in my way, I won't be playin'. As for the clown, he's a disgrace after your own heart. But if being some Deadly Sin's pet is what he wants then he deserves whatever he gets. Not my fault you had personal ties with two of my marks.

[Here, Striker turns to level Blitz with a hard glare and a warning.]

You better not have some fucked up childhood history with my next one, or honest to fuck, I will behead you.