Iuliael banks, comes around, forming himself into a gently glowing dove-shape that hovers nearby. The remains of the imp smolder unpleasantly, staining the side of the building.

"That's an unwholesome image!" That biological creatures transmute what they eat into excreta, and the excrement itself for that matter, does not upset or disgust Iuliael. He's too removed from the whole process; even when taking his best human guise he's never bothered with a digestive system. He has taught himself about swearing, though, and knows blood should not be an element of it. "But I know what you mean. Thank you for stopping. You know I can't... Thank you."